He made dinner
which was nice
for once...
I wasn’t feeling
good that day..
So my honey made
me supper...
It was so
good...
He made me
spare ribs...
With mashed potatoes
and sweet corn.
And for dessert
I had..
Oreo Cheesecake..
Yummy!
Now...that’s
my dinner.
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