Saturday, June 24, 2006

Desire

Yes, the cheesecake scam is indeed brilliant. In order to combat any attempts to build up my ass-flab rather than my muscles, I took the decadent chocolate cheesecake over to my parent’s house. There, we had a picnic, I took the kids for a walk up the creek, and then I ate my slice. It tasted divine. So rich and creamy it was that I had to put a dollop of Coolwhip on top in order to soften the bite of the sweetness.

And I left the darned thing there in their freezer, too. Poetroad – with an almost painful look on his face – implored, “What did you do that for!?”

At that moment I knew for sure that the power of the cheesecake was strong, stronger than I had anticipated.

“If we take the cheesecake home,” I reasoned, “then I will eat it all for sure. This way it’s a good 15 minute drive away from us.”

Hopefully the distance will put a damper on desire.

5 comments:

Gracie said...

It's only 15 minutes to your parents house??

Tell Poetroad not to worry...you will try to win another next Friday.

supergirl said...

I'm SOOOOOOOO hungry!!

pjd said...

I saw this on Dave Barry's blog:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2006310593,00.html

So go ahead and eat the cheesecake.

Gracie said...

Speaking of Desire.

I DESIRE so see something new here.

That's what I desire.

pjd said...

gracie has spoken
she'll beat you down if you don't
get on with it, girl