The first week I was married I told Alan I was an expert cook. I couldn't cook a can of beans, believe me.

So we were married for two whole days and I promised him a dish of lasagna. Who the hell knew how to cook lasagna?? My mother cooked Lasagna, not me!!!

What did Melody do?? Melody went to the store and bought a great big frozen thing called Stauffer's Lasagna. You just preheat the oven to 350 degrees, pop it in and bake if for an hour.

So being married a whole two days, who knew what time Alan would come home. So what did I do? I took a bag of flour, poured it all over the kitchen, on the sink, on myself, in my hair (I saw someone on tv do this).

I then cooked the Lasagna, made a salad (thank god, I knew how to make a salad).

When Alan walked in the door, he saw me sitting on the chair full of flour, the table was all set and I blurted out "oh, I worked all day on this lasagna".

He said "Oh you poor thing". How he loved me, HOW HE LOVED THIS LASAGNA!!!! How good was I?????

lol

P.S. I never have told him the whole story.