Yesterday, both Eric and I were wasted with exhaustion, so instead of my cooking dinner, we ordered Domino's. While we waited for it to be delivered, Eric promptly passed out on the loveseat. Even when I woke him up to let him know that dinner was ready, he didn't stay awake for long and kept sleeping instead of eating dinner.
Anyway, around 10:30pm, I got too tired to stay up anymore, so I roused the sleeping beauty so we could both go to bed and sleep there. (And for someone as long as Eric is, I can't imagine that napping on a love seat is super comfortable!)
Once in bed, we started chatting a bit, then Eric said he was hungry, so he got up and ate some of the Domino's leftovers in the kitchen before coming back to bed. When he came back, I startled tickling him, and this is the conversation after that point.
Eric: Oh, babe, don't do that, I might explode.
Me: What? Why?
Eric: My stomach is so full!
Me: ...
Eric: I ate some breadsticks, a couple of pieces of pizza, and that lava cake.
Me: You were gone for like four minutes!
Eric: Yeah...I hoovered it... *groan*
Me: No wonder.
Eric's powers of eating are most impressive.
