I don't like cooking.
I really, really wish I did but alas, I was not blessed with that talent.
And now an apology to my husband for marrying a woman who can't cook:
I'm so sorry honey!
There. I feel much better.





only i play it on x box... anyway ashlee calls me up and says "Im really hungary!" so i say "ok what do you wan?" she says " Pizza!" i agree to that..... so she tells me that all i need to do is go and pick it up. she wants to order it and that is fine by me. so 30 minutes later we are munching on 3 medium
pizzas.
friday i am telling my funny wife craving stories to fellow coworkers and they in turn relate their horror craving stories, i think that this can not get any better. as my day is winding down. i get a call from Ashlee and we talked about what we were going to be doing that night, so the conversation turned to dinner. i knew it was comming, a wierd craving day. but to my joyus suprise she happily announced that she was craving :
off we went to have a marvelous dinner with leftovers to eat tomorrow for lunch from pei wei. hmmm i do love that woman that is my wife. i think i can after all handle this whole pregnant lady craving thing. not so bad after all. thanks honey, i love you.