On a side note - after hearing some of my (horrible, bad-influence, let's-get-Kate-fatter) friends talk about the Cold Stone Creamery, you can only imagine my excitement to see one a few doors down from the place where we had dinner with Willem's mom on Sunday night. Let me just say that their product is good enough that it could be embarrassing to eat in public, unless you happen to like those "When Harry Met Sally" moments.

If you haven't been to one... oh, it's a culinarily wonderful thing.

And yet somehow after a weekend of ridiculous overconsumption I lost another pound or so, putting me down 11 from where I started.

Maybe it's magical ice cream.