For Sean

My husband is constantly making fun of me for blogging! Any stupid thing that happens throughout the day Sean will say, "Why don't you blog about it?"*


For example:

Me: Ouch! I just stubbed my toe!

Sean: Why don't you blog about it?


or,


Me: Ooh, this cookie is so good!

Sean: Why don't you blog about it?



Ooooh, such a smart ass!



The other night we were out to dinner at Del Friscos with some of his family (getting extremely spoiled!!) and Sean ordered this huge steak- 12 ounce, bone-in, fillet minion- rare! I think it cost $65 or something ridiculous (which is why, of course, Sean ordered it) and it was practically still mooing!

Anyway, it comes to our table and Sean says, "JoDee, why don't you take a picture of my steak and blog about it!"

So, here it is.

It doesn't look quite as big now that I see it in this picture, but believe me it was huge, and Sean ate the whole thing. Then washed it down with a huge piece of cheesecake.**

*I actually blogged about something Sean told me to. Pathetic.

**Time for a New Year's Resolution to eat less maybe?