I’m really liking this guy right now. Reason? When I got back from Miami, there was a sweet note on the counter welcoming me home. But, more importantly… There was a snack in tinfoil awaiting my arrival.

When I peeled back the foil curtains to reveal what would determine how my low blood sugar may or may not turn me into a grumpy bitch asshole, there before me laid a STACK of chicken cutlets. SCORE.

Thanks Jord. It’s the little things. Or, maybe, just food.

Moral: Always have a hearty snack ready for your lover upon arrival from a long trip home.

Pictured here: Jordan matching a mini jar top.