Last week as I was getting groceries I asked Greg if there was anything he needed me to pick up for his supper. I normally plan my meals so I know I have what I need to make what I want. He said no.
Saturday comes and we had a busy morning and early afternoon, but were home for the day around 3:30. Greg had also bought a new lawn mower on Saturday because our old one broke, so he decided that this would be a good time to put it together. We normally eat supper between 5 and 5:30, and for those of you with little ones, you know, babies need to eat or else they get cranky.
I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
Prepackaged heaven. It was nice to not have to cook or plan or think about supper for one night (even though I did still have to feed Asher since my lovely husband was so late. Oh, and I wouldn't have fed him that crap anyways).
Greg's only worry is that since he did such a good job, he knew I'd ask him to do it again. And he was serious (and I was secretly laughing when he said that).
The end.