It was a super healthy dinner and, as always, Heather created it quickly and without preplanning, just tossing together ingredients she happened to have in the house. She was pretty proud of herself. But it was so super tasty, she couldn’t resist eating seconds, which she currently regrets.
“I’m stuffed to the gills,” she moaned, checking herself out in the mirror to see whether her stomach was sticking out. (No more than usual.)
“Why did I do that? Why did you let me do that?”
Unfortunately, her husband wasn’t home at the time to take—and appropriately deflect—the blame.
Not Heather's actual dinner.
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