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Making Peace With Yellow

 

“Aw, man…,” I mumbled, feeling all that serotonin and dopamine immediately drain away. Responding the the curious and obviously confused look on my husband’s face, I said, “They’re yellow.”

Now, as I’ve mentioned numerous times in this article, and innumerable times in my life, my Boo is a patient man and in this moment he proved it once again. I could see the process on his face… “She was happy, then she was extremely happy, then she was not happy, then she was completely deflated, and the reason for this is that… ‘they’re yellow’….hmmmm….processing….processing….processing….does not compute, but I’m going to keep trying.”

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