This is what I just made myself for dinner:

Mmmm... Vegetables...

I love cooking for myself.

So you wouldn’t believe what just happened to me.

One of the girls who lives upstairs in my house comes downstairs around 9 PM and knocks. I’m like, “Hello?”

She says, “Oh, I didn’t think anyone was home. I brought you guys a cake. We wanted to say thank you for letting us borrow part of your freezer.”

I nod and smile. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“So feel free to eat some; take some to school; do whatever you want with it,” she says.

I nod and grin.

She leaves. I look in our freezer. The girls have put something in our freezer taking up about a third of the space. A note on it says, “Belongs to us girls – Don’t throw out!”

There’s a note on the cake, too. It says, “Thanks for letting us use part of your freezer. Ours is getting fixed tomorrow!”

So I cut a huge slice of the cake, grab some of my ice cream, and I’m in bliss for the next fifteen minutes.

I love a happy ending.