Stuffed

Jeff and I enjoyed a movie this evening. We went and saw that new movie Love and other drugs. Or something like that.

Throughout the movie I noshed on a big bag of popcorn while admiring Jake Gyllenhaal's body. With extra butter of course. By the time the movie was over, it was very good by the way, I came to two brash realizations. 1- I would love Jeff slightly more if he had a body like Jake G, and 2 - I was so stuffed with popcorn, I could barely move. .It provided a slightly uncomfortable feeling.

With the anger-filled overeating pangs my stomach was throwing at me, I can't believe that I walked into the house and immediately thought about trying to sneak a piece of the precious pumpkin cheesecake Jeff made for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner. But, I did. Due to the enormous amount of common sense I have, I decided it was not a good idea. Not for the sake of my stomach, but because I think it would be very difficult to hide a missing piece of this seasonal  masterpiece.