Today we had play class for Tony and Auds, so we were out and about. My gas light came on and I was feeling so bad that I knew I couldn't handle the smell of the gas. So my hubby left work and met me at the gas station. Tony had fallen asleep and now Auds was needing to go tee-tee. He took Auds to the potty and came back with some plain chips and a water for me. Not the healthiest, but considering where we live and what our options are, it wasn't bad. He could have gotten a fried boudin ball covered in cheese. Boudin is Cajun sausage made the old fashioned way- with pig intestine casings, sometimes with blood (red boudin) or not (white boudin).
Anyway, he then proceeds to put Auds back in her seat, pump my gas and blow me a kiss so I didn't have to roll down the window. My hero.
At home, I start feeling worse and don't even feel like making or eating lunch. I was browsing pinterest while the kids watched movies and made general mayhem and came across a picture or a dish that Picky Pants found appealing. I sent him the image, thinking nothing of it.
On his way home, he picks up sausage stuffed tortellini (since Picky Pants is on a dairy strike), vodka sauce, and a cherry pie. Let me tell you, it was the one thing I've kept down and it was delicious.
I told Auds that she needs to marry someone exactly like her daddy when she grows up. And I meant every word.
