Love is all about the ketchup!

Things to notice about how the hubby fixed me lunch:

  1. The olive and parsley garnish. How friggin’ cute is that???
  2. He cut the crust off my light bread (gotta save calories when I can.)
  3. He glopped ketchup all over the hotdog, but he knows I like more ketchup than will fit on a hotdog, so he made me the happy ketchup man as a bonus.
  4. He positioned one of my favorite teddy bears (Daisy Pockets) right by my snack.

This, my friends, is true love. Just like I say in my books, it’s not about the money. It’s not about the big vacations. It’s about all the little things your love does to show you how they feel. My heart about exploded when I saw this. Talk about heart warming. πŸ™‚

Tonight, I think all of you should do something like this for your honey. (Uh oh, I used the word “should.” How naughty of me!) It’s the kind of thing they’ll remember for a long time and what a wonderful way to start the weekend. Dammit, I love gooey stuff! I know, I’m a dork.

45 comments on “Love is all about the ketchup!

  1. I’ve said that if all a wife wanted was for her husband to swim across the Mississippi River, men would have it made. They would go into training, grit their teeth, sweat, strain and they would swim that river!
    But women just want us to pick up our dirty underwear and put it in the dirty clothes. Alas, that’s too simple for us I guess. πŸ˜‰
    Like your blog. Thanks for stopping by mine.


    • Hi frontwindow! Thanks right back at’cha!

      I love your Mississippi River thoughts. You are so right. It’s funny how it’s the simple things that so easily get lost. We have a cat that if my husband leaves any socks laying around will deliver those socks to us in bed at 3:00am with a shrieking whine. “Hi Mommy and Daddy! Here’s a present for you!” Since it drives him insane too, he’s learned to put socks in the laundry basket! It’s so nice when the kitty helps train the hubby too. πŸ˜‰


  2. Well I am cooking dinner for us tonight. I’m not sure what to do after that. We have to go pick my bike up from the store since they just got it fixed (finally) and we will probably go for a ride after we eat. After that it’s, um, well, fun time. Anyways, I’ll try to think of something.


    • Well, you are already awesome since you are cooking dinner! Maybe surprise her with a dessert and a sweet card or something? It’s the little things that rule. Glad you are getting your bike back. It HAS taken quite a while.

      Have a great night with Kristen, my dear!


      • Ok, so dinner was a failure. I blame the recipe. After we realized there was nothing to eat in the house, we headed to go pick up my bike. Kristen has been complaining about the seat on her new bike so I bought her a better one. Once we left there, we stopped at our sushi place since it was across the street and she got her tempura chicken sushi. After we got home, I put the seat on her bike and helped her load the dishwasher. Did I do good?


        • Honey, you get both a gold star and an A+!!!

          Making dinner=Awesome.
          Handling a not-so-great dinner well=Spectacular.
          Taking her out for non-fish sushi=Sweetmost.
          Getting her a new bike seat=Precious.
          Putting the seat on for her=Awwwww.
          Helping her load the dishwasher=Hubby of the year!

          Well done, sir. Well done!


    • Isn’t it though? I am such a lucky broad! πŸ™‚ He does stuff like this all the time. I’ve warned him that if he ever leaves me that I’m going to bury him in the backyard with all the dead hamsters. Shit. Now I can’t do that because the cops will be on to me! πŸ˜‰ Plan foiled!!! πŸ˜‰


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