"My goodness, man. That sumbitch's huge!" I said as my husband handed me a muffin he brought home from the bakery.

"Maybe I could donate some of it to the local food bank or send part of it to the tsunami victims."

Who first decided muffins had to be ginormous? Well, I know what I'm having for lunch today.

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His long 'stache tickled my cheek as he bent down to kiss me goodbye. He left the house this morning with a chunk of bread in his hand, still looking fine in overalls and an old cap. Sometimes I can look at him and think, 'who else would you have?' And other times I wonder if I'd miss him if he was gone.