Compliments to the Chef

The other day, I made homemade pizza. After eating his portion, with sausage and pepperoni, my husband carried his plate to the sink and complimented me in such a fashion as to make me blush.

He said…

“That actually wasn’t bad.”

No one should wonder why I married him.

I mean, obviously…

I thought he had money.

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