Holy moly. So I've been having sort of a rough couple of days, since my car broke down on Sunday night. I've been a stressed out, whiny ball of stress. Yesterday I had work from 7am-10pm, and my boy-o drove 45 minutes to come pick me up after work. He then told me, "I'm jealous that you've been eating all your meals in your car alone, and I'm pissed that I haven't been invited." (I've been eating lots of meals in my car between jobs, driving, etc.) So he drives me to a parking lot, and pulls out big plates of spaghetti and a tall boy of Bud Lite, and he lights a candle. I was so shocked. I told him, "this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." And he says, "well it sounds like that's a pretty low bar."