I’ve been having a Watch Party* with my friend Marvie for the past month or so.
*watch party sounds much more exotic than “we get together at my house, assemble cats on our laps, eat pizza and watch White Lotus together”
It’s been fun to have a standing non-date Saturday date. He doesn’t judge my housekeeping, so he gets to pop over frequently. However, I will still tout my Electric Housewife for making the whole thing less…. stressful for me to have and to host from this day forward. I mean, Reader. My floors get mopped A LOT. Still. Since December. We’re taking multiple times a day sometimes, and almost every single evening before bed. In fact, just typing about it has me thinking, “I’m going to run the mop as soon as I’m done here,” because I have not only gotten more beautiful as I’ve gotten older, but more wilder as well. I’m W I L D. Wild about that mop, that is.
Okay ~shakes it off ~ back to the post about myself and Marvie watching tv together.
Marvie thinks I’m TOO SKINNY and you know what, I appreciate that kind of body shaming. Bring it, Reader. Tell me tell me tell me how gaunt I’m looking (p.s. – I’m not).
Marvie hasn’t said I’m too skinny in those exact words. BUT. He has brought me cakes two or three times (I can’t remember if it was two or three because my brain is all hopped up on frosting).
What he actually said was, “Every day is a special occasion, we don’t need a birthday to eat cake,” and that’s why we’re good friends.
For this past Saturday’s Watch Party, we indulged in the most delicious Date Nut cake from a little suburb family-run bakery, and it’s so damn good, Reader, and this time he pumped up the jam (I’m not even sure what that means, but it felt right to add it here) and brought the only thing that makes this cake better: Butter Pecan Ice Cream. It’s Marv & his sis’s family recipe: This cake + butter pecan ice cream, and they know what they’re doing.
So we’ve been having that, and I literally have gained 9 lbs. since January and now I’m almost in a panic about it, but it IS winter in OH and it’s the season of The Fattening. It just is. I don’t make the rules. Well, maybe I do.
It’s been so cold, hitting the pool has been …. more challenging. The pool has been a couple degrees too cold in both the olympic pool and in the warm water pool – they’ve had to lower their temp on the warm water pool to 90 degrees (dropped about 4 degrees) because of some dumb regulations and water temperature threats from Officials and frankly STOP JUDGING ME, it’s cold and I want to stay home and cuddle my kitteh and eat cake and watch tv. Can’t I just be a millionaire for five fucking minutes, Reader??**
**thanks, White Lotus, for my new favorite line I’m going to scream at every indignation now.
I’m still athleting at LEAST 15x a month, but 20x? Has been a no since January.
What have be concluded here? Basically nothing you needed to know, but ya know what, the economy is burning down around us, so we might as well eat cake. 
Let there be cake!