it all starts tomorrow.
a new era in husband/wife relations.
we have been together for 10+ years - and i can count on one hand (just a few fingers) how many times he's cooked for me.
actually, i think only once. and it was for Valentine's.
but tomorrow. it all begins.
i'm going to a scrapbooking class that i booked before the layoff. it starts at 6, and i suggested he cook dinner.
dude. all you have to to is follow the receipe.
and with that, i handed him the cookbook, told him what page it was on and where he could find the ingredients i purchased.
it could be a red-letter day in the O'Mahony household. not only am i making this:
but i'm having dinner cooked for me.
now if only i could get a massage.