The Sweet Husband

Cooking on Labor Day

So I tell the sweet husband that I really am in the mood to cook today, maybe some ribs, potato salad and baked beans, but I am afraid he might start expecting cooking every day, and I certainly don't want to burst his bubble, so therefore cooking may have to be out.

Thinking position assumed, recliner back, legs crossed, eyes closed, he says, well, do you think you might cook again the same time next year?

hmmmm, well, I could put it on my to do list, but there's a lot of stuff on there that just keeps getting shuffled to the end of the list, so not sure if it will come up again as soon as the same time NEXT year.

That's ok babe, just as long as it's on the list. Now you see why I love this man.