I Love Salads…

Devil was out of town all weekend, on an assignment; he’s had early mornings and late nights and was home today by 1 PM. As soon as he got home, he had several business calls to tend to and had a stack of paperwork to prepare for a meeting tomorrow. In the midst of all of that chaos, he is also replacing the master cylinder in the Mustang. I drove him into Austin to pick up a part so he could make phone calls during the drive. As soon as we returned home he starts working on putting in the new part. It is 5p now and I’m wondering about dinner but I’m not sure if I should actually ask him about it tonight. Not that he is not aware that I’m wondering. I mean, I suppose I could eat pasta for another night, but my meatloaf was a disaster. One, of which, I do not want to talk about. It was terribly disappointing and does not need to be further scrutinized. What I am getting at is I am a meat eater, not a vegetarian. I love salads, but in moderation. lol. Also, he has to eat, regardless of his busy day. So, I think someone should ask him what he is making for dinner. Who is it going to be? lol