I love when the hubby compliments my cooking. But i think this past Saturday he gave me a "compliment" that i just didn't know how to take.
Saturdays are our mornings for big breakfasts. So as we settled down to scrambled eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns, James said:
When we get to heaven, i hope you have to cook breakfast every day!
I guess he doesn't realize that if I have to cook breakfast every day, my guess is that i didn't make it to heaven!