We're not fooled.

I had ice cream for dinner tonight.

I’m trying to get that kind of thing out of my system, as Eric said these terror-inducing words about a month ago…

“I think we need to start making healthier decisions.”

This was, of course, another situation in which “we” really meant “you.” I mean, don’t get me wrong—I love being a “we,” but you can’t fool me with the “you” masquerading around as a “we.” Oh, no, we’re much too sharp for that nonsense.

So, healthier decisions. Got it. Check.

Or, well, check… soon. For now, until that blessed day on which the “we” is biblical and legally binding, this part of the “we” is eating ice cream for dinner and cereal for dinner and whatever else she fancies.

Let’s just hope... we... fit into our wedding dress. Gulp.