He walks in the house with a "delivery" right before he needs to leave.... and says: "Happy Hanukkah"
And so I get an onion pizza with a garlic and Parmesan cheese and a 24 oz. Peppermint late.
Ok I guess - its not the gift that it matters but the thought of it, right? BUT...
What does that say about me?
a- I'm a crap food lover with a weird taste
b- Just go ahead and call it **f a t**
c- My husband has no clue
d- All of the above =)
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