So I’ve decided today that I am too particular. I’ve been rather ill the past few days with a head cold thing, and I really didn’t feel like cooking tonight so the Hubster offered to make dinner. So he made me some spaghetti– or rather, he tried to… I couldn’t help going into the kitchen to make sure everything was done (right) and stirred the sauce and noodles, drained the noodles, and served the meal. Basically, I took over. I don’t know how, but I’ve become that person. I’m so particular about how I like things that I couldn’t just sit back and let him cook. And it was spaghetti…