We are thirty-five this week.
He today. Me later.
A big ouch!
Thirty-five seems old to me.
So, I better get going--I only came on for a minute.
I was looking for a birthday card . . . I'm rounding up his gift.
And, he will be home in fifteen minutes.
I'm thinking spaghetti if the ground beef will defrost--I know--nuke it.
But, it's one of those six pounders and who really needs that much spaghetti sauce?!?! :)
Man--I will think of anything not to make this meal happen . . . I'm really that bad.
But, the other truth is, I peeked at his emails this past week so I know what's in the Fedex package that came today, for me, . . .
Yeah. Better go cook that meal!
See ya. :)