Dinner with My Love

My partner David and I shamelessly spent this past Saturday in our pajamas. We did nothing. Well almost. We did manage to binge on reality TV shows via the internet. I cleaned the oven and did a few dishes. We ate. In an effort to make myself feel like less of a slob I did do a few stomach crunches and vertical flys with light weight in front of the computer. Mostly we laughed our asses off at people less advantaged and intelligent than ourselves. How lovely we are. Around 4:30 or so we decided the nonsense marathon needed to stop. We dressed ourselves or eachother, (I am not sure) and drove an hour away to eat dinner at a well reviewed restaurant called The Frog and Turtle. The restaurant was well appointed and the food was not perfect but still delicious. I stared lovingly at my man , his eyes lit by the candle at our table and thought to myself, "What did I do to deserve such a loving, gorgeous man?" As I stared at him adoringly he said to me,
"Hey, you know that desert that we bought last night? There is only one left and I just want to tell you, I am eating it all. You can't have any so if you want something sweet you are going to need to make other plans."