
It wasn't too hard to get through holiday dinner without seconds, but abstaining from dessert was decidedly more difficult. The apple pie my husband made from scratch came out looking yummier then it had a right to. I've also had a pesky cough for 2 weeks now, so between watching everyone eat pie I wasn't eating (a la mode, I should add) and me hacking and coughing all night long, it put me in a bad mood.
It's a good thing that ultimately the mood didn't matter. All that mattered was that I get through that evening without dessert which happened with help from my Higher Power and George Clooney. Eventually, we put on Ocean's Eleven and the sight of George and Brad strutting around a Las Vegas in custom-cut suits was more than enough-- it turns out-- to take my mind off pie.
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