We’re out of bread. We’re out of a lot of things, actually, since my grocery shopping abilities have been slacking, truth be told. Anyhow, Tim leaves SUPER early for work on Friday (like, 3-something in the AM), so I pretty much give him a groggy kiss and tell him to be careful before he’s out the door.
Yesterday morning I came downstairs, assuming he’s made his own lunch with the last two pieces of bread and open the pantry to see this:
Is he not the most adorable husband ever?
(the picture is grainy, I know. iPhone camera fail)
I called him after I saw this and MELTED to tell him thank you and all that lovey-dovey jazz and do you know what he says to me?
“I took the left over macaroni and cheese. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat because I didn’t know if you’d feel up to going to the store.”
Major points to the husband of the pregnant chick for not stealing her food.
And bonus! He’s alllllll mine, ladies…and gentlemen (What? I’m trying not to discriminate, here)
(Why yes, you observant folk, that IS a can of Spaghettios in the background. Blame the baby.)