I was whining to The Boy about what a horrible week I was having. Next thing I get is a knock on the door from the Fed-ex man presenting me with a box.



PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE FROM THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY!!! The Boy never indulges my sweet tooth, so this was a great surprise!


That pumpkin cheesecake was soooo good going down. I should probably tell The Boy that I have a bad week every week. Although I'm not sure he is consistently sweet with his intentions.
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