Seventeen Years of Gluttony

The hubby and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary last weekend by dining out at a pricey restaurant (or, in this case, ristorante) and overeating so much that I could have died on the drive home. Or, at the very least, pulled over on the side of the road and hurled my arancini e penne. Thankfully, we decided to forgo anniversary gifts in lieu of buying a case of Slim-Fast at BJ's immediately thereafter.

God help me.