I ate WAY too much, splurged on calories and alcohol. But it was so good, good, good. It's good I only there about once a year.

To the gym to night, pound it out, sweat my ass off, and work on the belly.

I was thinking about my husband and what an incredible man he really is. I'm glad that he isn't tempted by other women and that I am the one who holds the key to his heart. He's always taking care of bizzness, looking out for me, spoiling me and he is all about me and that's so freaking cool.

Why throw that away on someone silly I see on the street, around the corner or down at the gym? There isn't anybody like my doll-man and no one will ever love me the way he does no matter how much they make googly-eyes at me. He's my biggest fan. Thanks, but no thanks. I got someone who already rocks my world to the freaking core.