I think it needs to be said that Eric ordered a cobb salad for his main course on super bowl Sunday. Hot wings? No. Ribs? No. Burger? No. A cobb salad. This is how much he likes a good cobb. So, a cobb salad we made.
How ironic it is that just the night before we were playing the Not-So-Newlywed game at Sarah's Valentine's party and when asked what Eric's catch phrase is I answered, "I'm a Man!". He got this from some football coach who kept repeating it in an interview, I'm a man! So he uses it when I ask him to rotate the laundry or make the bed or get up from the couch - "but don't you see, I'm A MAN!" A MAN WHO ORDERS COBB SALADS.