A few weeks ago, Billy and I had dinner with our "friends" Bob and Missy. We typically get together every Thursday to split the yummy fruits and veggies from our farm share. This particular Thursday was the last Thursday before we started a Biggest Loser competition against each other. My "friend" Missy was in charge of dessert.
To go out with a bang, she got Boston Cream Pie. Great, I thought, my last hurrah and Missy gets something I don't like - or so I thought. Boy, was I wrong. Boston Cream Pie is like the greatest thing on earth. Like the circus without the smelly animals.
The problem is that now, when I'm supposed to be watching what I eat, I keep looking out for another Boston Cream Pie. Thanks, Missy, for sabotaging my efforts before they even began.