At the Cheesecake Factory...
We had an awesome waiter. His name was Ryan R. He was hilarious, and I have decided that I want him to be my gay sidekick. I think every gal should have a gay pal. I don't have one. And I want one.

Oreo cheesecake rules. And I have resigned myself to the fact that my husband will eat the rest of it today, particularly because it's his day off, and I told him that he could. But, if it was still there when I got home, I wouldn't be upset. Just sayin'.