So, I spent the weekend at my college alma mater’s homecoming with my girlfriends.

I have to say, I had one of the best times I’ve had in a long time. A lot of bonding, a lot of laughing, and a lot of… ummm… inebriation. HAHA. It was really fun to be back, see our old haunts, enjoy our old meal places. I got some awesome apparel at the university store. Oh boy. It was truly a great weekend.

But of course, I forgot my camera. Yes, me, the blogger. No camera. It sucked. We ran to the Wal-marts and had to take pictures with disposable cameras all weekend, haha. So I’ll post the pics when we get them developed. I don’t even know how to get film developed anymore!

So, I came home on Sunday and saw that my camera was on the kitchen counter. I knew I had left it in the basket in the living room. So I decided to look through the pictures on the SD card. What did I see?

Food.

Pictures of Food.

That I didn’t make.

Someone made food. In my kitchen. And took pictures. With my camera. Since Ferris and Simone don’t have opposable thumbs, I knew it had to be none other than Neal.

HAHA, no really, I actually thought it was the cutest thing in the world. In my absence, Neal made himself some potato wedges, veggies and a meatball sandwich and took pictures for me to see.

Neal and I aren’t a romantic couple by any means. I think I say to Neal “You stink” (in an endearing way) more than “I love you.” We make fun of each other constantly. He doesn’t get me flowers and presents often, because neither of us find it really necessary.

This, however, was romantic to me. How cute is it that he made a dinner and took pictures to show me? That he showed an interest in my hobby? Oh boy, I could have died at how cute it was.

I love my husband.