There were days when I was working at a job I hated and he was laid off that I'd call him when I was leaving work and say, "Babe, put my class of 2002 [pint] glass in the fridge." I'd come home to a frozen glass and good beer.
And we'd sit on the deck, relax, and do dinner.
Which tonight was an Italian pasta salad I love, except I did romaine instead of pasta. And served myself in a serving dish, so it felt like a nice huge salad you'd get from a restaurant. And I thought to myself how much he'd love it.
Good memories.
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