Sunday night Pete was pretty sick, and he was tossing and turning a bunch, and getting up a lot, so in turn, I did not get a lot of sleep. Monday was the longest day of work ever! I was so tired all day. Pete called me on the way home and asked if I wanted to cook or if we should go out. I told him I would just cook, because we have chicken in the fridge and other stuff that needs to be used. I was super dreading it though. When I pulled up to the house there was a little table set up int he backyard, with a table cloth, some candles, and chinese food! I sure do love that boy.



Pete with his donut cheeseburger. It was horrible.