Ryan had a work lunch at Churrasco's today. Chur-frickin-rassco's. And I wasn't invited. No dates. Oh, and I also had that school/job thing. Boohoo. I love meat. Ryan, not so much. He likes red meat about three times a year. I would love it three times a week.
Email from this afternoon
I only et half of my lunch, so you have some flesh for dinner.
Your Loving Husband.
He heated up the meat, potatoes and plantains and they were DELICIOUS. He later mentioned that he would have gotten fish if not for wanting to bring home half for me. Once again, who needs diamonds?