I just got off the phone with the HH.
Yada yada yada, we were talking about how hard it would be to be single and how much he misses Lucy and how it took him 14 minutes to figure out how to turn on the washing machine.
Blah blah blah… I jokingly I asked him if he had lost any weight.
He laughed. Then went on to tell me that he actually weighed himself this morning and that he has lost 8 pounds in the almost 3 weeks that I’ve been gone.
For the love of all things good in this world.
I.am.speechless.
Mrs. HB, Mrs. HB’s MIL, Girly Girl, The Church Lady, Hulda, if you are reading this, would you mind making the HH a HOT meal and bringing it over to our house?
I will bring you a bunch of garden fresh vegetables when I return.
Seriously.
~Mavis
P.S. I’m just curious at what point do you think he will figure out that if you put something on a pan and put it in the oven {and turn on the oven of course} hot, magical food will be ready in 45-60 minutes?
P.S.S. Have you ever left your husband home alone to fend for himself? How did he manage with the little woman away?
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