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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