So I get a text from my wife while I was at clinicals yesterday saying "call me right away"!!!
I called her when my shift was over and she informed me that she decided to have some spaghetti for lunch since she saw that I had some homemade spaghetti sauce in a mason jar. She preceeded to heat up the sauce in a pan while she boiled the noodles. She then served herself up a nice dish of spaghetti marinara.
Or so she thought... It was a batch of homemade barbeque sauce that had caribbean red habs, bhut jolokias, and a naga morich. She said it almost made her cry.
I do not know if this makes me a bad husband, but I could not stop laughing. I still chuckle from time to time as I think about it.
I called her when my shift was over and she informed me that she decided to have some spaghetti for lunch since she saw that I had some homemade spaghetti sauce in a mason jar. She preceeded to heat up the sauce in a pan while she boiled the noodles. She then served herself up a nice dish of spaghetti marinara.
Or so she thought... It was a batch of homemade barbeque sauce that had caribbean red habs, bhut jolokias, and a naga morich. She said it almost made her cry.
I do not know if this makes me a bad husband, but I could not stop laughing. I still chuckle from time to time as I think about it.