Lets Get Drunk

Or let's just eat. 

I can't tell you how much I adore my husband's culinary expertise.  I'm not saying that I can't cook - (I can just not quite as easily and effectively as he does). 

Saturday night dinner was steak and salad.  Oh my.  Oh my . 

Tomorrow, Lamb.  

its a constant schmorgashborg of deliciousness? 

For the last 33 years I've just got larger, and larger and larger, but my love for that man who makes me gorgeous food, tells me I'm beautiful and slaps my bum on a regular basis....has grown proportionately.