Hubby and I had a nice dinner last night. The choice of taking a taxi was a good one, so Hubby could enjoy some wine. Actually, both of us drank too much. I suffer more consequences when I do. It would have been better if the waiter wasn't the one pouring the wine in glasses. It would also have been better if the wine hadn't tasted so good.

Sitting at the restaurant, Hubby told me that "I" should put him on a diet. That really bugs me. Why I have to do all of the work, I don't know, but it's always been that way. I wish someone would put "me" on a diet, so I could just come and eat and carefully prepared low cal meals with someone else doing the "counting". And then he doesn't do himself favors by snacking in the middle of the night, when I'm sleeping. Truth is, he's more overweight than I am. I managed to fit into a nice skirt last night, though it was slightly tight. He couldn't fit into any of his dinner jackets, so he wore a rather mismatched sweater, instead. What I am willing to do is to lower our grocery bills. Sure, I'll try to pick foods that are less caloric, but I'd rather concentrate more on my own eating than two persons'. In the past, I literally tracked his eating in MyFitnessPal, as well as my own.

Normally I don't decorate for Christmas this early, other than an advent calendar, but I think I'll do extra today. I need some "change" to my living quarters. I've always loved a ceramic tree my mother made, but to make it light up I'd need to totally change the wiring for Europe. We might go to a mall today. Maybe they have the wire we'd need.