So it happened.
And it has to be documented because it occurs as often as you see an albino monkey.
Our date night, that is.
But of course it wouldn't be a real date unless I had a little wardrobe malfunction 30 min before we left.
It wasn't so much a malfunction as it was that almost none of my pre-Giada dresses were willing to let me zip them over my back fat.
No matter how much I pleaded, bargained or sucked my fat in, this one particular little red dress I had set my mind on, would not budge.
So I settled for the next best thing.
A blue one, with plenty of room to let me eat.
And oh.my.gosh! Did I ever eat!
I may or may not have loosened my belt or completely taken it off half way through the meal.
Bam! Just like that! Belly hanging out.
I'm not kidding when I say I looked anywhere between 3 and 5 months pregnant.
Thank God for dim lighting.
And the husband over here?
After a few minutes of seriously considering the 'slim' menu...
He went ahead and got himself a deep fried mac and cheese burger.
Which in case you didn't know, are also deep fried.
But the man enjoyed every single calorie.
I say good for him.
'Cause then he went home and ran 2miles. He may have worked out about 2 fries.
And of course I could not end the meal without getting some tiramisu cheesecake.
I think I hear angels sing with every bite.
But don't worry. I went home and did my 15min of P90X abdominal workout.
And I actually did it this time.
It's not like that one day last week when I was doing crunches and eating Oreos.
At the same time.
Needless to say...
The date was a success.
A much, much needed success.
Not having to share our meal with a hyperactive toddler also helped our case.
But as soon as I got home, I was missing the mess out of that child!
Because at the end of the day or a hot date, we're still parents.
I hope you guys had a beautiful Valentine's day with your loved ones or at the very least with some good chocolate.