Yesterday after a brief weekend break-up, I decided it was time to make up with my diet plan for insulin resistance.
As I looked up menu plans for the week, there was a knock on the door.
Yes, my neighbor is in league with Satan.
He brought cake.
This was My Boy's solution:
My husband, my hero. He slays all my foes.
Monday, October 12, 2009
My Husband, My Hero
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3 comments:
lol Isn't that what husbands are so good at? :) I hope your menu planning went well despite the cake temptation. :)
I would have helped out too had you only called me. ;)
Deb
Christy - I know, right? My menu planning was good... I'll head to the store tomorrow... let's hope I can walk out without any Oreos...
Debra - I will have to remember that, LOL!
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