Schmoobles will regularly get out of bed before me to go on a Star*ucks run and bring us back some coffee (this morning, a soy iced mocha for me). I, in turn, will wait until he is out running errands to chip away at the saved episodes of Real Housewives on our DVR.
Also, he has learned the good and decent thing to do when he is taking care of the aftermath after a night of Mexican food:
Also, he has learned the good and decent thing to do when he is taking care of the aftermath after a night of Mexican food:
Last night, we were both at work longer than we wanted to be and he decided he wanted to reward us by taking us out to dinner at this new Mexican restaurant in town.
Number of Thai restaurants in town = 1
Number of Vietnamese restaurants in town = 1
Number of sushi restaurants in town = 2
Number of Mexican restaurants in town = ten million
Anyway, the food was surprisingly good. Not long after the queso and chips came, we both blacked out and completely forgot about our resolve to eat healthfully and without excess. Cut to an hour later and we are both mutually rolling each other to the car and making low moaning sounds to express our desire to unzip our clothing and discuss the potential efficacy of popping a handful of acidophilus pills on massaging our intestines.
We have both committed to eat nothing but spinach leaves (let's see how that works out) while giving ourselves lashings in penitence today.
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