TH-TH-THAT'S ALL FOLKS!

After lasting a week (yes, in our fridge. Behold the wonders of modern technology, Trish!), the Chocolate Mousse cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory has been wiped clean. The sad little box now sits on the countertop, empty. I ate the last sliver, and I didn't feel bad. It was mostly a pathetic clump of chocolate crumbs that we would've inevitably dumped out anyway.
And now, for cuddling with Richard Russo. It's an early one tomorrow, unfortunately. No wide-eyed, sleepless night for me, hopefully. Besides, I can't stand another viewing of Soul Train...