Your reminder, that like attracts like.

Your reminder that women admire men most, who cause them to think, "He's what I want to be, when I grow up."

This is a picture of the Grown Up Me, riding in on his white horse. To save the day. Again. Because it's a day ending in "day", and heros gonna hero.

But I'm not grown up, yet, so it's actually a day to stay wrapped-up on the couch and drink 🍵and nurse my headache du jour and wonder why I'm freezing, even though it's warm in the house, while my resident Grown Up Me busily saves the day and packs for our trip. I wave my handkerchief at him and wish him godspeed, and try to not whine about my headache because Grown Up Me doesn't whine, and thank you, Grown Up Me, for the tee and the fuzzy blanket.