Originally Posted by Momsmurf
Originally Posted by JenniePenny
My confession is that when I'm sewing and my husband has made a nice dinner and he calls out that dinner is ready, I secretly wish that I didn't have to bother with eating! Oh for heaven's sake, I am just getting these seams to line up for the first time this afternoon, and now to be called away!
But I know it's not good to complain that he made a nice dinner! I'm very fortunate.
You are so lucky to have a husband who will fix the dinner! I can only dream..
Maybe in my next life the pick will be different... ;-)
Yes, thank you Momsurf. I'm lucky he does make nice dinners. It's a sweet thing he does. But I only feel guilty because I'm not a big eater and I don't need to eat as often as he does. I'm a real peanut-sized person, I'm afraid to say. I'd rather graze and have some pretzels and grapes or just butterscotch hard candy when I'm happily sewing on a Saturday afternoon. That's my confession.