In honor of Valentine’s Day this year, I would like to let everyone know that, before we started dating, my husband used to come over to my house periodically to hang out and watch a movie with me.
The very first time he did this, I poisoned him with a questionable shrimp.
Accidentally.
I accidentally poisoned him with a questionable shrimp.
This was not intentional, I swear.
Not only did he not complain, he also married me anyway and continues to eat my cooking every single night.
This, folks, is true love.
That is all.
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 