I would just kill myself...

RR can't have any milk products. I mean none. No butter. No milk. No ice cream. No cheese (of the cow or sheep variety. Goats for some reason are OK. Don't ask me. I don't get it either).

Not only that. He can't have sugar either!!

OMG... just kill me now. I would die without milk and sugar. Die. Seriously.

I'm not sure how he does it. My whole life right now revolves around frappés from Micky D's. I've been trying to quit, but those things are (as my sis puts it) the "devil's brew". And really, really yummy. Did I mention that?

The devil's brew. Can't wait to have another...

The good news for me is I don't have to share desserts. The bad news for my waistline is I don't have to share desserts. 

RR does, however, live vicariously through his nose. All of my nummy items that are off the menu for him get a good sniffing. Sometimes for what feels like hours. But I feel obligated to be a good gf and at least let him do this... even though the sniffing goes on so long sometimes that I am afraid he will lose his nose to my voracious appetite. 

(maniacally devouring brownies) Oh sorry... was that your nose?

Maybe a nose guard isn't a bad idea. We don't want loss of a sniffer. That would be sad...