Feeling OK Today?

More smiles come from my crazy sweetheart. Last night he made dinner, as he usually does on Friday nights, since I work until 6:00 at the bank. He made fajitas, and they were wonderful.  This morning he asked me if I was feeling ok, wasn’t feeling sick or anything, sure I was OK? Here’s were my puzzled look at him made him fess up.

 

Last night he made beans to go with the fajitas—mainly for him, as he knows I won’t touch that brown stuff that looks like do-do. When he was making it, it kind of exploded all over the microwave.  So he, being the good guy and cleaning up after this, grabbed the 409 from under the sink and cleaned it up. Then he heated up the tortillas.

 

This morning, he was cleaning up some things again when he grabbed the bottle of 409. It wasn’t 409. He used Round-up to clean the microwave last night! He was a little worried I was ok…  Actually, if anyone reads this to mom, it reminds me of when she used Lysol instead of hair spray on the way to church!