Yeah, I cheated. Please don’t tell the Bride.
She was out of town, I was alone, and, suddenly, there sat such lusciousness, tempting me with all the ingredients a man like me desires, lusts for, has got to have – I’m not made of steel!
I had to have it! And I did.
And, man, that macaroni and cheese was worth it!
I have one of those loving Brides who monitors every morsel of food intake “because I love you.”
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