Mike and I had been craving pizza all week, so last night while we were downtown we decided to stop into our favorite joint and pick up a couple of individual slices to bring home for dinner. As I was taking mine out of the microwave, the plate bent and my slice flopped face-down on the floor. I shrieked and picked it up as fast as I could, but it was already ruined and dirty. I cried about it for a while and Mike cleaned up the mess. He then insisted on eating his piece, and that he would eat something else instead.
Now that's love.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
My husband is marvelous.
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2 comments:
haha! That is such a pregnant thing! Emotional emotional emotional. I remember when I was pregnant with Hunter, I went to Mcdonalds and got chicken-nuggets and they didnt give me any honey mustard, well I live a ways away from there and so I started balling!! I laugh now.
i'll give you my clean pizza any day, babe.
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