Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Ungrateful Swine

Why is it, that my dearly beloved husband can feed half the meal I cooked for him to the dog because it was "too much" for him, and yet here he is, scoffing a bowl of cereal, not two hours later?

Is it me?

Or maybe my cooking?

He's getting Weetabix for dinner tomorrow.

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