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Yet another reason why I love my husband.


The Mr. makes a mean s'more!! Last summer I touched on his "sweet s'more making skillz"...but seriously! It's unreal.


It's a talent.

He's a legend now.

For real...I don't know of anyone who can make a better s'more than my husband.

I think it must have something to do with his patience and perfectionism...but whatever it is...he nails it every time.

It's why I married him.

Well, that, and he's hot.

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  1. Pic #1...look at that form. He is a s'more maker that means bidnezz.

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  2. Hilarious! My hubby is a perfectionist when it comes to smore makin too! Me....I'm too impatient & burn it everytime! Now you just have to try spreading a little peanut butter on your graham crackers before assembling the rest.....oh my yummyness!!!! :)

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  3. How lucky are you? smores and hot wow? haha! We are not huge smores fans I don't know why they are certainly delicious. we will need to add them in to our diet somehow!

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  4. Oh how delicious! Our Sonic has a new campfire blast that is icecream mixed with chocolate, marshmellows, and graham crackers! It looks Delicious!!

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  5. Okay seriously. Break out the fire and the marshmallows because I'm on my way over!! I love s'mores! Yum!! I wish I had one right now...I guess I'll just have to drool over your pictures...

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  6. Oh my gosh, those pictures! I am going to ruin my laptop drooling...great now I'm dying for a s'more! LMAO

    What an awesome hubby! ^_^

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  7. that s'more did look mighty fine.

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  8. He rocks! I make them the same way, I can't stand when people burn the marshmallow, yuck! It takes time but it SO worth it! ;)

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  9. You lucky, lucky girl! That looks so good!

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