Garlic

Ian forgot to cook dinner tonight while I was out at my other job. I had called and changed my hours and in the change he forgot to prep anything.

He told when he picked me while suggesting shwarma. I mentally did a once over of the fridge and pantry and realized it was probably a take-out night. Problem was, once shwarma was mentioned I couldn't think of anything else.

Needless to say...we got the shwarma. And now, my mouth stinks. I reek of garlic. My breath is so garlicky that I can taste it. As gross as I feel, I also feel wonderful as well.

I really love garlic. :)

With Love
~sarah~

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