"oh! you made a Cuban sandwhich?! Tell me about it. What did you do to it?"
"Nnnnice...uh, huh....ooh, wow"
"mmm, hmmm, oh! and then garlic?...uh, huh...yeah.... you don't mess around!"
"you used a wet rub?!"
"uhhaaaahh *(insert orgasmic sound here)*, ...that sounds SO good!"
Now this is where I chimed in, "if you don't stop this, I'll have no choice but to blog about it!" Unfortunately for him, even though he stopped it with the "italian lover of food straight to my heart filled with images of sex and great taste" act, it was too late. I simply could NOT resist! It's true, I blog about my life. My husband is definitely my life. (and 9 out of 10 times, I have an incredibly dirty mind) Some people call it disturbing, I call it talent.