...that when you go on a diet, your family won't care enough to NOT eat huge peices of chocolate cake in front of you.
My Husband brought home 1/2 an enormouse cake from work and I'm avoiding the kitchen altogether.
Maybe I'll freeze it for after my diet.... but then again... it will be sitting there... calling out my name from inside a lonely muffled freezer...
"Jyyyyynnnnn...... JYYYYNNNNNN......."
I actually managed to put the thing away on my own, frosting all over my fingers and ALL, without even taking one little snakey lick. I almost did- you know, the got-something-on-my-fingers-must-lick-it-off reflex, but I stopped myself, and pretended it was fatty LARD.
Wow, never knew I had it in me.
-Jyn
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