I knew I would regret it.
I knew I would hate it.
I knew I never should have done it.
But for some reason I couldn't resist...
Lasagna in a can.
And as I sit here pondering the consequences of what I've done, each hiccup reminding me of my
transgression, each breath a testament to my faults, I can't help but think...
Maybe the spaghetti is better?
(Oh, and to show what a good wife I am, Tyson, the leftovers are in the fridge for you ;o))