Yesterday was husbands birthday ..he is 35 years old to be precise ...He got the obligatory socks from the munchkin and the usual huge oversized toblerone ...which after eating 2 triangles of you feel throughly sick
As usual the next directory got a severe hammering in the quest for fashion.. ordering 3 of everything just in case i got the wrong size for ...
You see my husband is tall ,in fact very tall and up untill a few years ago he was very slim too but as the years have gone on he has got a medium sized huggable paunch that although i find adorable (because sickenly true i find everything adorable about him ) he however hates ...
I feel a certain sense of responsibilty towards this happening to him because you see when i met him it was almost flat ...but after many years of my cooking and over indulgences in "choccy night nights" its grown abit ..only about 2 inches but none the less it has grown ...
I'm not a secret feeder I promise ..but i love to see people eat and enjoy food ...there is nothing worse than seeing someone push food around their plate and take two mouthfuls of lettuce and lean back and say "phew im stuffed"...
So what im trying to say is i want to apologise to my gorgeous hubby for helping him gain the extra poundage ..but i would also like him to know that in my eyes he is still and always will be the best thing since sliced bread on 2 legs, and i feel exactly the same way about him as i did when we first met ..awwwwww xxx
