This week I indulged in my favorite soup. Favorite soup. Oh man. Lou however, did not appreciate a week of crab soup. He will eat a small bowl, but does not look forward to the whole pot like I do. One day he asked if he could make his own lunch. He asked me to step out of the kitchen. Half fearing a big mess, but half glad that I could check my email real quick I said alright. Mostly, I was curious.
He made himself a peanut butter and honey and mini chocolate chip sandwich. No mess, he even used a plate while making it. He asked if he could be in charge of dinner too. He thought we all would appreciate a PHC sandwich. That sounds like the name of a drug or strange chemical. Unfortunately, I already had dinner in the crockpot.
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Cute style! Look at you all trendy! :) I've been wanting to get a pair of booties to pull this look off. I think you might be right about the tights though. I think a darker tight would look better....
Don't feel too self conscious about what hubby says. Mine doesn't like tall boots...or big belts. I he had it his way I'd be in jeans and a t-shirt all the time. lol
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