Love-Flavored

This is what love looks like:


A carefully crafted sandwich your husband made for you this morning [with plenty of mustard] because you didn't have leftovers from yesterday, and your increasing aversion to rising early would probably have precluded you from making a lunch as you're rushing out the door, leaving you to have to traipse over to the store on your lunch break to pick up a lean cuisine or other frozen 'delight.'

Thanks, honey! I love you!!