I did my nightly routine and snuggled up with the blankets. I then heard the pots rattling and knew LaVor was making something. Our cupboards weren't stocked with "good" stuff so I knew he was going to have to improvise.
Shortly after, he came into bed and I asked what was burning. He said nothing but boy did it sure smell like it. I knew he didn't make toast, since we didn't have any bread, but it was too late for me to imagine what we had that he could have cooked.
As I went into the kitchen the next morning to get my cereal, I saw this can on the counter...
I'm married to Popeye!
1 comment:
That's hysterical! You must've been super food poor.
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