Warning: This post contains a seemingly x-rated image – but it’s really a sausage casserole!
I froze. My new young husband was choking, red faced and making the noise our cat makes when hacking up a hairball. But this was no hairball, this was my sausage casserole! I unfroze and leapt towards him, thwacking him on the back between the shoulder blades with the heel of my hand. Thwack, Thwack. He stilled for a moment. “Is the casserole nice honey?”I asked hesitantly, trying to smile, which resembled more a grimace. We all know that God didn’t bless me with the cooking gift.
He raised his fingers and started pulling a long clear looking thing out of his mouth which must have been flapping down the back of his throat. He kept pulling, and pulling. It was kinda long. He held it…
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