The upper respiratory infection (aka common cold) that has laid waste to most of central Ohio struck me as well. When I asked the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband to pick up some bone broth at the grocery, he arrived home with this selection.
This is just one of the many reasons I call him the “one hundred percent good husband.” Thanks, Honey. We’re “stocked” for a while. #punintended
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times more. If hubby didn’t cook, we’d starve. Last night, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband made pork tenderloin with pomegranate. It was luscious.
He substituted carrots for the sweet potatoes suggested in the photo since I prefer them and they are slightly lower on the glycemic index. It was a delicious feast!
My poor husband. I probably snore. The #onehundredpercentgoodhusband is kind enough not to complain about that. But I am definitely a writer. As such, I keep a small notepad, a flashlight, and a pen by the bed. You know! To capture those brilliant insights that pop into my head in the moments before I fall asleep. So he’s burdened with trying to sleep while I sit up just enough to turn on the flash light and jot down my thoughts.
Here’s the note from last night:
Brilliant, eh? Thankfully he’s a sound sleeper.
