Oh, Sunday Dinner, Oh Sunday Dinner
How great thy roast doth smell
How wonderous is thy husband
Who doth make thy dinner
All by thyself.
How's that Ode for you!!! (Morgan is in the background saying that he is soooo embarrassed for me and my horrible Ode to Sunday dinner). He! He!
4 comments:
Morgan, if my husband ever made Sunday dinner I would be writing an ode too. That's all I have to say.
How come when he lived with me he was a pain in my butt, and now that he's moved out, he's super-husband. It just doesn't seem fair.
Isn't it so nice when husbands help cook. I have to say mine likes to cook but I usually help or tell him what to do. Tell Morgan I say he should do it more!
Uh!! I think its cute :)
RUTH
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