RecipeMuncher

My husband is a good man. For the most part, he is a responsible, hardworking and kind soul. But on occasions, he could be so insensitive and downright clueless I wonder if I picked up the wrong amphibian from the pond. I went home from my nursing clinicals last Thursday at 9:30 PM, went straight to the kitchen to fix dinner and laid the table for him. He ate, got up and went direct to the living room to watch TV. Ahem. Dude, the dishes? After years of kissing, my toad sometimes forgets how to b (...)