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Muffin man

Today I came home to a dish full of orange-cranberry muffins and a love note from my fiance. It reads:

Dear Laura,

I made muffins. They’re average tasting. I hope since they were made with love that they taste good.

Your mang,


Am I the luckiest girl? Sometimes I really think so. What’s the sweetest or most unexpected thing someone has done for you lately?

We *are* using their printing presses, though.

This ain't your granddaddy's print shop.