That would be Megan, who sneakily read my blog, realized I was stressed and brought me just what I had wished for.
I have, in fact, been able to eat chocolate and potato chips and drink frozen cocktails and watch bad TV after all.
She even remembered my current favorite brand of whiskey. She can come back as often as she likes; I've had keys made for her to keep even.
I was so stress free that I wasn't even fazed by the 000 needles and silk thread knitting I was trying to do. I don't think I made a single mistake...so far.
As a 1930s wife, I am