Last night, JR went to dinner with a former co-worker. They decided to use some gift cards they had gotten at the holidays and have a nice dinner at Wildfire. Being exhausted, I collapsed after work and took a 2-2 1/2 hour nap. When I woke up and realized that it was almost time for JR to be coming home, I asked him to stop and pick up a chicken sandwich for me at Portillo's on his way. In addition to the sandwich, he decided to get some chocolate cake shakes.
After I had eaten and we had gotten our laundry under way, we laid on the bed talking. That is when JR made this comment: "I'm so full. I'm just going to lay here and try not to die."
I've been trying to tell him that we have some issues with overeating, but he doesn't seem to believe me...
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