An evening with Trifle

There really is no point for this entry. This whole event made me laugh and is just so typical of a couple that's expecting. She eats more than usual and he capitalizes on 9 months of not hearing her wine about he guilt because the importance of feeding the craving is stronger than surrendering to the guilt.

Here is my story....

Trifle...oh trifle. I begin the process of putting out dessert one evening. Scoop for cous, scoop for me, scoop for cous, scoop for me, lick my hand...mmmm scoop for cous, mouthful for me, scoop for me. So Marcus see this and its scoop for cous, mouthful for cous, lick my hand scoop for me.

At this point the bowls are almost full and marcus looks at me and says "do it" so we cut the entire trifle in half (yes half each) and we eat the whole thing in one sitting. To add insult to injury, before we sit we fight over who's going to lick the bowl clean because we are gross, shameless gluttons.

The end.