You know it's bad when your husband tells you midweek that you have to take a nap because you're a brat.
School has been killing us. And I've been looking forward to the weekend until last Sunday night. But I was so pleasantly surprised to find that my sweet husband made dinner, set the table, rented a movie and set up camp. It was so nice to drop my backpack on the floor, hop into my jammies and not worry about a thing. Thanks Ty!
He made Cheddar Baked Chicken.
And of course, the Martinelli's we have with every meal.
Because we're classy like that.
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