Thank you to all of the peeps who've sent me emails and Facebook messages asking me if I'm still alive and telling me that you miss me. If I win the lottery, I'm totally going to hook you all up. I swear.
I actually have several blog posts that I'm working on right now, but for today, I just want to share a quick one with you.
Remember last month when I posted a great big Happy 20th Anniversary to my husband, right here on this literary masterpiece of a blog?
Yeah, well I want you to know that I didn't marry the man for his culinary skills, y'all. Get this....
Yesterday, I had to take Sophia Petrillo (The Mama--who lacks any semblance of a mouth filter) out to make two baby visits. So, I said to the Husband, who stayed home installing our new dishwasher, "I'll be out most of the afternoon. There's food in the frig." And I left.
Fast forward five hours later....
I went home to pick up the Hubs so we could go to a birthday party. While driving on the highway, we were making small talk when I asked.....
Me: Did you have lunch?
Me: Whadja eat?
Hubs: I cooked.
Hubs: I cooked. For myself.
Me: You? The man who dry heaves when he sees me pull the skin off of chicken? You cooked?
Hubs: Yep! AND I even took a picture of what I made! IT WAS DELICIOUS! Check it out!
*Get ready, people.*
|Those are not ants.|
Hubs: Only the most awesome sandwich EVER!
Me: Elaborate please.
Hubs: THAT is a peanut butter and Fluff sandwich with chocolate JIMMIES on top (Sprinkles, to all of you non-New Englanders)! And it was soooo good! It was the perfect mix of creamy, salty, and crunchy... all at the same time!
Me: *blank stare*
Hubs: You're in awe of me right now, aren't you?
Me: Not really, Emeril.
Hubs: Don't be hatin' on my creativity.