Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Romance at it's finest.

My husband is so romantic... He writes poems for me.

Last night we went to Chick Filet for dinner, and I am on a strict diet, so I ate my chicken breast wrapped in lettuce, and then I snuck ONE fry, and I received this via text message last night: (If I eat foods I'm not suppose to, I end up on "the pot"!)

Yur hotter than a tator tot!So I like you alllllot.
Sorry I 'm all you got.
Hope you take yur best shot and don't spend too much time on the pot, because your smelliness will get you caught... that you cheated on food you should have naught.
But it's okay, of my love there still is lots!

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