Thursday, October 2, 2008
The definition of romance
Matt made chicken parm last night, but the only spaghetti sauce we had in the house was mushroom. I. Hate. Mushrooms. When he served us, I noticed I didn't have a single mushroom in my pasta. Yes...he had picked each and every one of them out for me. I have such a crush on that boy...
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2 comments:
AW!!!!
What a wonderful hubby!
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