What we ate: Chicken Cacciatore.  Totally mindless in a crockpot.  (ps: photo with my new iphone.  we've only just met, but I'm in LOVE!)

What he ate: Ham and Cheese croissant, cappucino.  What I ate: 1/2 almond croissant, coffee.  Both from the beloved La Bergamote.

What we ate: Assorted deliciousness at Morimoto.  Not pictured: sushi starters, multiple glasses of champagne and flourless chocolate cake.  Naughty night.  (Photos on my berry suck.  Time for an Iphone)

What she ate: the Christmas tree.  She is a total maniac, plain and simple.  20 lbs of craziness.  My husband was working from home yesterday and from the office he heard what sounded like something being dragged across the floor.  Lola had a low branch of the tree in her mouth and was literally dragging the entire tree across the room.  The tree skirt is long gone because she thought it would be better place to pee than her pad.  I've gotten up form the computer 4 times since I started this post to "gently redirect" her away from the tree.  Will this behavior be over by next Christmas??

What he ate: English muffin, fried egg, cheese, latte.  What I ate: Brown rice, golden raisins, walnuts, latte.

What he's obsessed with. What I'm obsessed with.

Him: Working.

Photo from here.

Me: The YSL Arty ring.  Aren't my needs so much simpler?

What he ate: Honey Nut Cheerios and a latte.  What I ate: Green juice (Romaine, Celery, Cucumber, Green Apple, Spinach, Kale, Parsley, Lemon)  Blech!
Stupid cleanse.

Because I'm a masochist, I am on a 3-day juice cleanse and my husband is on a 3-day binge.  At least that's what it feels like from this side.  But, if a juice cleanse is good enough for SJP, it's good enough for me.  Not much of interest to post on my end for awhile, but here's a peek in my fridge.

What he ate: Chicken Parmesan and Beck's beer.  What I ate: Sauteed portobello with salsa and fat-free sour cream in a whole wheat tortilla.  I start a juice cleanse today and should have eliminated all dairy by dinner last night... Fail.

What she ate. It's not bad to feed your dog human food, right?

What he ate: chocolate chip pancakes and a cappucino     What I ate: 1/2 sliced apple with low-fat peanut butter and green tea

Why?

Why bother documenting something as mundane as what he ate, what I ate?  Allow me to outline the reasons.

1.  I'm a narcissist and I assume that people care about even the most boring details of my life.
2.  My husband has either a) a secret second family or b) the most intense job in the world, I haven't figured out which yet.  It's Sunday night and he's on a conference call after having been in "his office" all day.  Either way, I spend lots of time solo and I need something to occupy my time.
3. For proof and documentation of the circus freak that is my husband.  He eats like a linebacker, but has not seen the inside of a gym in years and somehow maintains the exact same weight as on the first day of his freshman year in college.  It's not right.
4.  As a way of reminding myself that never, ever under any circumstances should what he ate and what i ate be the same thing.