Dear Everyone

There seems to be some sort of consensus amongst those who love my husband that he is still not getting enough potatoes in his life. This is despite the fact that I have had new resolve since becoming a parent to make more potatoes. While visiting my sister on our staycation she and her husband both voiced concerns. They proceeded to make garlic mashed potatoes for my birthday dinner (granted, it was with my blessing...I'm just really generous like that.) On our way home from my sister's we stayed at my parent's house for a night. They tried to send home about 15 pounds of new red potatoes and emphasized the need for poor Dustin to get some of them in his belly. We took home a bag full. As I write this those pototoes are on the stovetop (picture = evidence.) Dustin may or may not have just said, "Don't burn my damned potatoes," when I was busy typing this post. They may or may not be a little "crispy" which is beside the point. They are potatoes. From my parent's garden. With rosemary and garlic. And only Dustin will consume these tonight. So I am pretty much an awesome wife. And those who love Dustin can sleep a little more easily tonight.