When all else fails....bake brownies

Well, the anniversary has come and gone.  We began our day at Cracker Barrel; eggs cooked to perfection, bacon crisp, biscuits fluffy, grits, well, gritty, gravy hot, and my personal favorite, hashbrown casserol!  We also had coffee.  Now, hubby and I have this "thing" we do every time we go out to breakfast....we fix each others coffee.  I reach across and put 4 packets of sugar in his cup, as he does the same for me.  Then we exchange creamer, and stir, using each other's spoons.  Afterward, we clink glasses and toast to us, then savor the first robust sniff....dramatic pause....and drink.  Ahhhhh, delicious.  Anyway, after that we went to Toys R Us and got youngest her birthday gift, (which happens to fall on Christmas day), a new bike. We got her a chain and mirror and these cool flashy things that go on the spokes. Then, it was off to Home Depot for the grab bag gift dh needed, and onto the mall where we walked around.  After that we headed to Lowe's where as we entered, we promptly forgot why we had gone there, and left for Wal-Mart.  A box of lights and pair of tweezers later, we were back home, "celebrating" before the kids got home. (I know, too much information, right?)  That evening we went out to dinner and over to my uncle's house to visit, and then back home where life went back to normal....dh asleep on the couch in front of the tv, and me in bed, flipping through channels.  Today started off good....the glow of romance still surrounding us until around 1:00, when I decided to try to set up my AOL broadband.  I needed a very heavy desk moved, and a hole drilled into the wall....this is where things fell apart.  Hubby was not happy about stopping his lawn work to come inside and help with yet another project. Crab, crab, complain, complain, and *poof*, the romance faded.  Then my girlfriend called to tell me she is pregnant, yet again, which sent me into further depression.  (I want another baby but dh is fixed and I don't have a boyfriend....sigh).  So, I did what any other person would do, I baked brownies.  And to top it off, I covered them with Heath bits and chocolate chips. Zoloft, no way.  Prozac?  Forget it.  I will medicate myself with chocolately goodness....I can feel the happiness coming on!  (Unfortunately, it's coming onto my hips.)