Last night, I finally had a chance to meet with Jules again. It’s been about 9 months since we’ve really chatted. I joked that I could have had a baby since we’d last met.
Actually, I don’t think it was all that funny, now that I think about it.
Anyway, Jules invited her good friend Billie to dine with us because “if Billie finds out that we went to the Cheesecake Factory and she didn’t get to come, I’m gonna get it!” I’m so glad that Billie has such a sweet tooth. She was lovely and funny and immediately likable. We all chatted about blogging, books, movies, families, trips, faith and life in general. It was an unbelievably relaxing time that had truly fabulous food and even more wonderful coffee and desserts.
Jules ordered a German Chocolate Cheesecake. I ordered Linda’s Chocolate Cake and Billie ordered… nothing. That’s right. She didn’t eat dessert at the Cheesecake Factory because she’s going on a cruise at the end of the week and she was saving up “being bad” til then. Silly girl. You’re supposed to prepare for those weeks by being bad right before the trip!
I called Mr. Right on the way home and suggested that he might want some coffee ready for when I arrived. Just coffee for him. I was completely full of coffee and good food.
He was extremely delighted with the leftover. He took it and his coffee upstairs with me where we relaxed by working in some puzzle books: he did Sudoku and I did some in a variety puzzle magazine. It was nice.
When he was ready for bed, he set the cake (which was still in the leftover container) on the dresser and said, “I wonder if ants will find it.” I suggested that he take it downstairs and put it away properly. (For some reason, cake with ants in it isn’t quite as appealing.)
This morning as he was running out the door, he asked if I minded that he took my other leftovers. I replied, “Of course I don’t mind. Just don’t take the rest of the cake!”
Mr. R: What cake?
Me: The cake from last night.
Mr. R: There isn’t any cake from last night.
Me: YOU ATE IT ALL?!!!
Mr. R: No. There was about a fourth left and I threw it away.
Almost 16 years of marriage and the boy hasn’t learned completely the way I tick yet. I bet you would have known to save that cake, even if it was only a sliver.
Sigh. I didn’t need it. But I would have liked to have it around anyway. Just in case.
Well, that takes the cake.
I know, I’m embarrassed, that was so bad. But it had to be said.
Well, it sounds like he had his cake and ate it too.
Wow, that is grounds for I don’t know what….
(me shaking my head)
Hey, I’m just impressed you were able to see Jules. I haven’t heard from her in MONTHS. If you talk to her again, tell her I miss her. ๐
“Oh dear”, she said, as a single tear slid down her cheek.
Oh man! Cake would have to be pretty dang awful for me to throw it away. I guess that just means you have to go back to the Cheesecake Factory!
I am pretty sure that there are laws against doing things like that. Seriously, I think that there are…
I am in total agreement about that whole baby thing; not funny at all! As for the cake, I am so sorry. I trust you set him aright?
TM
I am in total agreement about that whole baby thing; not funny at all! As for the cake, I am so sorry. I trust you set him aright?
TM
I am in total agreement about that whole baby thing; not funny at all! As for the cake, I am so sorry. I trust you set him aright?
TM
I am in total agreement about that whole baby thing; not funny at all! As for the cake, I am so sorry. I trust you set him aright?
TM
I just read about your visit with Jules over at her place and had to come get your take on it. I know you two live pretty close to each other – how nice that you can get together like this.
But shame on you two – what? no pictures? ๐
I’m with Barb, no photos? At least we could have seen pics of the cake . . . before it made it to the trash.
Oh well . . . off to eat some cake myself . . . rice cake, that is. : )
Sounds like a great evening with friends. I’m just still in shock about the whole cake thing… how could he??
Whoops, I post as my hubby again. I promise it was really me that left that last comment :o)
Hi Shalee!
I attended the She Speaks conference this past weekend and someone was telling me about a couple of bloggers that live in the same town I live in. You were one of them! I enjoyed reading through your blog and look forward to reading more. Feel free to drop me an email…who knows maybe we attend the same church, or at least shop at the same mall…and I certainly eat at the Cheesecake Factory every chance I get! Such a small world.
kgadgal@hotmail.com
Suddenly, I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode when George pulled a doughnut (? eclair???) out of the trash and ate it…just as someone walked in the kitchen and caught him in the act.
I must be part hobo–I would’ve totally dug the container out of the trash and finished it off.
Don’t judge me.
You know, I have never eaten at the Cheesecake Factory. The name is so off-putting. It makes me think of assembly lines of cardboard cakes in cardboard boxes. mmm.
But you’re saying it was good?
And NO ONE throws cake away! Geez. He owes you a brand-new slice ๐
I would have been tempted to reach into the trash can and ….
Never mind.