True love is driving halfway across The Frontier in search of a Vietnamese Soup house to procure some Pho Ga for your wife who was crying when you left the house in the morning because she was so sick and tired.
True love is not asking her if she wanted any, but buying it anyway, then calling her and saying, "I have a surprise for you."
True love is getting enough that I can eat it today too, as Baby Girl and I hang out in our pajamas and be sick together at home.
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Awww, go Himself! :)
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