While most days have me ready to enlist the Sound & the Fury in whatever version of the French Foreign Legion that will take them, some times one of them will do something that makes me happier than a venti latte or a Ewan McGregor film. Or even better still--all my laundry washed. And folded. By Ewan Mcgregor!
And if that wasn't enough, here's the sweet little note that came with them:
And no, before you ask, she hadn't done anything bad that she was trying to make me forget. Just because.
Guess I'll hold off on calling Pepe Le Pew for at least another day!