How absolutely wonderful! My new assistant is working out wonderfully. And, speaking of wonderful… I received a little gift from Aristotle the other day. Just out of the blue! A little thank you for the food I’ve made him over the brief time we’ve known one another. Only Aris would think to get me a gift that I would never buy myself: A membership to the Cheesecake of the Month Club!
Mon dieu! How did he know? How did he know that the cake of fromage is my favorite dessert on the planet? And not only that! Mon dieu! I have absolutely NO restraint when it comes to it. I am a MAD, WILD woman when I’m near it… I’ll eat the whole thing myself… it may even end up in my hair. It’s not a pretty sight.
Which brings me to my predicament. My quandry so to speak. I pride myself on my figure… and between you and I, I have a small feeling that Aris appreciates my figure as well. So how does one eat cheesecake everyday of the month and not gain a pound?
Perhaps… well, perhaps I will just have to have Aris over to enjoy it when it comes. Do you think that is too forward? I mean, really, what would you do? It would be, you know, just a little cheesecake party, him and I and some Dom Perignon to wash it down. That wouldn’t be too forward would it? Or would it? A girl must be chased. Not the other way around. Ah what to do, what to do… I welcome any tidbits of advice.
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