Starbucks

I broke down and cried in Starbucks yesterday. We were on a date, and I had a little meltdown. As we drove home, cutting our date short, it escalated into a full-blown chocolate fondue party (meltdown). We won't go into details. Let's just say Micah decided that he needed to purchase me 3 huge boxes of Kleenex at Target later that day. All he said was, "Here, you need this." Poor guy. You know we think we have it hard with them, but they really had no idea what in the heck they were getting into when they married us.