To Overeating

Our hot date went well.  We got to talk a lot and we went to an adult place.  Go ALE HOUSE.  We had our pitcher of beer and appetizer and reflected on the past and where we want to be in the future.  We sang the praises of all three of our kids and laughed about the funny things they do.  We talked about things that occured when we were dating and friends that have come and gone.  It was a roaring success!!! AND then my husband ordered dessert.  I was resigned to watch him eat it alone.  I RARELY eat dessert as I can recognize the signs my body gives me when I am full.  Dessert was a huge brownie the size of the entire plate covered with two scoops of ice cream and lots of fudge.  It was absolutely sinful.  I felt criminal letting him tackle it alone.  I knew he could not take that baby on by himself.  So we dug in and dug and dug.  I quit first. Defeated by a brownie. By the time we paid and got to the car we were both ready to bust.  Forget the movies I needed to walk and "he needed to poop."  HA!HA!  So came the hillarious end to our evening.  We drove home he went directly to the toilet and I jumped on the treadmill.  ROMANTIC!!! :)