Twas a very good night, indeed.
Victory...it smells so sweet.Kind of like pine branches and freshly baked holiday cookies.
And for the record, he didn't "let me..." the original number agreed upon was 200. But then somewhere along the way we started saying 250 and I was secretly hoping to hit that goal. Emails are still trickling in...I think we're somewhere in the 220-range. Needless to say, he's been an incredible sport about everything. I'm pretty lucky.
So I owe a massive thanks to anyone who took the time to help lil' ole me out. You guys made my weekend (and believe me, I needed a pick me up considering I've felt like crap the past 3 days straight...and because of feeling so sick, we didn't run this weekend).
But things are starting to go up and I've been nothing but smiles.
Bonus on the night...it snowed a little bit and we indulged in little red cups of happiness.
It was a very good night...
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