Yesterday Brian was having a bad day, and he loves Oreos, and because we have a strong philosophy about food fixing most problems, I said I'd make Dirt Cake for him. But in the end, he had like two bites. It might have had something to do with the fact that he spent the whole night building my new dresser while I messed around and made Dirt Cake. He was too tired afterwards to do much more than try it - and go to bed. I'm sure he'll still enjoy it today though. :) I know I will. Along with my freshly built dresser.
These nights of deliciousness are the little things I conveniently forget to report when my personal trainer asks me how my diet is going. ;)
