A while ago, Kal posted about a painting she had made. And when I saw it, I loved it. It was so good that I called Paul over to see it.
Because I agree with her: that often it is all about leaving your troubles and your drama at the door. And I love her representation of that.
Today, the entire way home from the Metro station, I babbled on and on to Paul about work. And then right as we got to the apartment, right as we walked through the door to our hall, I told him I was done. No more work talk.
"You’re throwing it in the bucket?" he asked.
"Yes. Exactly." I answered.
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