A Lucky Star

All the dead people I know (my father, grandmother, etc.) clearly ganged up together and found my husband hanging out in a bowling alley, then directed me there.  I wonder often why he is so kind and thoughtful, since I am neither really.

Since I’m having food issues he made dinner last night: filet mignon, corn casserole (a favorite of mine usually only made on holidays), salad, and baked potatoes.  It was ready when we arrived home.  He grilled mine longer than his because I like it crispy – lol – and then I accidentally ate his portion so he had to eat burnt meat.

In the mean time, he did the laundry while I read a great book.

How much do you hate me right now?