They say (and by “they,” I mean my mother) that you gain weight when you are happy in a relationship. I’m not sure if I buy into all that.
Then again, this was the sight that met my eyes when I walked through the door this evening:
Well, hello, lover.
That would be a slice of cheesecake from the one and only Cheesecake Machismo. How do I feel about Cheesecake Machismo? I would like to fill my bathtub full of their cheesecake and soak it in through my pores. I’m hoping one day they will hire me to be their personal cheesecake tester. Just hearing the word “cheesecake” bring me unabashed joy. Cheese? Wonderful. Cake? Yes, please. Cheesecake? WELL, IF YOU INSIST.
I suppose I should stop my drooling for a moment to mention that this phantom cheesecake was purchased and set ever-so-sweetly upon my desk by the one and only Boyfriend. I sent him a text earlier detailing the fact that I was having a crummy day full of gray skies and blue emotions. (I believe the text went something like “shmeh.”) And because he is wonderful he bought me cheesecake. Bliss.
The cheesecake was a good buffer to the other thing I came home to:
That, dear friends, is a large pot. Normally I would use such a pot to boil up a large vat of pasta, sprinkle it with a little cheese and pepper, and call it dinner. But on this day, we are using this pot to collect the rain that is falling from our living room ceiling.
Drop by drop…
This is the fourth or fifth leak we’ve had in the apartment since we moved in last spring. We’re all delighted, as you can imagine.
It’s been raining all day along in Albany. But yesterday it was doing a little something like this:
Albany finally got its snow.
Nearly everything was cancelled, so The Boyfriend, Roommate, and I clambered into the Roommate’s minivan and ventured to the Gateway Diner for a late breakfast. Speaking of why you’re fat:
When one’s city is blanketed in snow, one is left with no choice but to consume copious amounts of breakfast foods to cope with the pending hibernation/starvation of a snow day. You understand.
I can only hope spring will be here soon, at which point I will stop eating like a bear.
(P.S. I know the layout of this particular post is all distorted. I have no idea why. WordPress and Ecto are both being whiny children today.)
“Cheese? Wonderful. Cake? Yes, please. Cheesecake? WELL, IF YOU INSIST.”
^^ this is why we are friends.
There is no trouble in paradise that cheesecake cannot fix. In my case I prefer pizza. Pizza is salvific.
CHESSECAKE!!! J is a sweetheart to you!