True love means you meet your husband at Chuck-A-Rama at 8:30pm,
right after working out,
because he's craving it really badly but you're the one who's pregnant.
(Halloween 2007)
True love also means not getting mad at me
when I post pictures like this one on my blog
and talk about his cravings.
We're pretty lucky we have it.
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