Tonight, I asked my husband what he would like for Christmas.
He moans, "lasagna", as if in hunger pain.
"Well, I can cook lasagna for you this weekend if you want it that bad." I reply.
He says, "I don't know . . . it's just been so long since I got a home-cooked meal."
It doesn't count if he is getting home-cooked meals from himself?!? Sheesh.
Well, better cook him up something.
Is there a box for "No Home-Cooked Meals" on court divorce papers?
I better check on that too.