The place: Chilis, Friday afternoon

As an accompaniment to his meal, Will ordered the skillet queso and ate that along with a house sald. I simply stole a few chips. Okay, okay, there’s no use lying to you guys. I pretty much ate half his chips. Anyway, I also ate an entire quesidilla (or however you spell it. No Habla Espanol. Hmm- or however you spell that too.)Explosion Salad. Seriously, nothing was left on the plate. If you never seen it- it’s huge. It could feed your whole family for three days.

After our meal, Will and I got down to the real reason we came- dessert. He loves the molten chocolate cake. Upon receiving our dessert the following conversation took place.

Will- I love this dessert.

Brittny- Yeah, it’s good, but it’s not my favorite.

Will- Are you kidding? This is the best dessert ever.

Brittny- Eh. It’s good.

...About 3 Bites Later…

Will- I’m full. I can’t go on.

Brittny- What!? You can’t leave 75% of “The best dessert ever” lonely on the plate! You know I hate when people leave a perfectly good dessert on their plate. (grumble) I guess I have to eat the stupid thing myself.

I move the plate in front of me and proceed to finish Will’s lousy job. I’m concentrating and methodical as I take one for the team, totally focused and into this dessert. A marching band could have passed by, along with Orlando Bloom and a chest full of a million dollars and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

Brittny- (annoyed) I would much rather try something else sometimes, but I share this with you out of love- and you don’t even help me out! The things I do for you. I don’t even really like this as much as you do, you know!

Will- (snort) Ha- you could have fooled me!

We had a good laugh and I let it slide… but girls- did he just call me fat!?

Sigh. Can’t a girl eat cake in peace?