Don't tell James. He may know that we're having pizza for dinner (which I sometimes feel like pizza is such a cop-out dinner. when we were first married I decided that we got to have pizza one night each week, to save me from deciding what to make for dinner), but what he doesn't need to know is that I am having a bowl of Tin Roof Sundae ice cream as an appetizer while he drives home from work.
There I go again, blogging about my bad eating habits. I figure there are enough blogs full of diet plans and exercise goals. I'm a landscaper. I NEED those calories. Justification, justification...
Don't tell James. He probably already knows. :)