Food for thought

This morning as i lay in bed, i thought to myself. 'I'd love stroganoff'... but i never mentioned it to Himself, because quite
Frankly he does more than enough for me with out me asking him to cool something i like but he doesn't particularly.

At ten to five tonight while we were doing the shopping, he turned to me and said, know what i fancy for dinner... stroganoff'

I almost snogged him on the spot. Well i did actually. I am now obviously transmitting psychically to him in my farts