The time when Dave made me oatmeal.

6 Apr

The other day I was making a lovely snack of oatmeal (snack of choice when you can’t eat the things you really want..like cookies).

Then a little baby started crying from his crib.  So while I was shushing and soothing my loving husband made my oatmeal for me..that’s love right?

And this is what it looked like.

I’m sorry.  That is not oatmeal.  That is concrete.  The spoon in that picture?  Yeah, it’s upside down.  I could have shellacked and spackled the cracks in my driveway with that mess.

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