Because I’m a temperamental bitch, I get sick of the domestic bliss I so enjoy. I dunno. I needed a day off like anyone else, I suppose.
I got one.
I got to be a guest.
I hadn’t seen them since June, and I don’t even know when we last had them over. (Must rectify that!)
Being a guest is so nice.
You know that feeling when someone slices you a piece of lasagna you didn’t bake? And then she passes you a bowl of freshly tossed salad, and a basket of garlic bread warm from the oven? Isn’t that wonderful?
Can you imagine what it’s like to be offered a cuppa coffee and then handed a slice of cheesecake and a bowl of sugared berries? I did not see that comin. Gawd, that was amazing.
We talked and laughed for hours and hours and I went home full and happy and unable to stop smiling.
When you love someone, don’t save up all your kindnesses — sprinkle little things here and there.
Little things mean so much.
joeyfullystated 
Cheese cake will put a smile on anyone’s face. My favourite meal! I enjoyed hearing about it.
Leslie
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I love being a guest or treated. That’s why I love it when Sissy comes over. She’s like a SAHM’s assistant!
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Awwwwww you got pampered for a little bit 🙂
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Having time off and being appreciated. It doesn’t happen enough, but its lovely when it does
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Sounds like a great visit. Lasagna, garlic bread, cheesecake, mmmmmm – somebody cares.
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there is nothing quite like “dinner’s ready” once in a while…:)
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Agreed, the best feeling ever. 🙂
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