I came in last night and my wife had a shit load of pasta cooked up for her and the kids. She also stopped at Fazoli's and got breadsticks. Was my chicken ready, nope still thawing out. It smelled so good, I thought one bite won't hurt. I couldn't stop. I ended up taking the whole pot with me to the bedroom and locking myself in like a crackhead. Ate like a horse and took a nap.