Let me preface...
I love my husband more than anything in this world.
He's amazing and he takes such good care of me.
But lately, he's begun this new lifestyle that I'm just not that fond of.
It's called the Paleo diet...for athletes of course!
Haven't heard of it? Well you're not alone.
Basically you eat like a caveman...I hope this doesn't mean dressing like a caveman. Long beard, greasy hair, loin cloth, dirty fingernails.
Oh man I hope not.
I hope I don't find him hunting our cats down the hallway or digging up the tree roots at our apartment complex.
Now our diet consists of basically meat, fish and vegetables.
This is where I have to put my foot down.
I don't even like meat..and my biggest complaint is no spaghetti!
Who doesn't eat spaghetti at least four times a week?
He knew that by marrying an Italian, pasta would be a staple in our diet.
I'm feeling sad about this.
Maybe if I eat a big heaping bowl of spaghetti every night this week right in front of his nose, he won't be able to resist.
Doesn't he realize that caveman didn't live very long?
It's because they didn't eat spaghetti...