Monday, November 17, 2008
Praise God and Pass the Velveeta
Truly, the way to my man's heart is through Velveeta. I was making cheesy chicken spaghetti tonight when he got home from work. He walked in the door, found out what was on the menu, blessed me for cooking, and made a beeline for our room. At first I was a little annoyed when he didn't come out after 5, 10, 15 minutes. But then I discovered the reason. He was cleaning our room and our closet. THE MAN ORGANIZED OUR CLOSET. Even my side. Wow. God bless Curtis Jones. Now, if I could just figure out how to boil chicken breasts without turning them into rubber. I guess it's all good as long as I'm using Velveeta.