Last night I lost track of time.
It was 6:15 pm and I had rushed through the door only to tell The Husband that I had a Relief Society activity in 10 minutes.
I wouldn't have time to make him dinner.
He would have to fend for himself.
I tried to rattle off some options, but he said "I'll be fine."
OK. Good enough for me. Off I went.
When I made it back home I asked him how his night went, he listed off some activities, and also included what he ate for dinner.
It went like this:
-- Carrots
-- Doritos
-- A Can of Spaghetti O's
...Amazing.
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