that went well

God bless Molly Wizenberg and her delicious chocolate cake. After our dinner of salad, pasta and chicken parmesan (and a bottle of prosecco) I presented the cake on a lovely cake stand. Two slices were served and topped with whipped cream. He ate a bite of the cake, and then he came over and kissed me. Good.

If any effects could have been wished or hoped for, I think that was the best possible outcome. 

The next morning I gave him a few slices for his coworkers. A dessert like this is best if it is shared. 24 hours after I baked the cake it looked like this: 

I'm slowly chipping away at the rest of it, but mostly I would like it if he came over again to help me finish it off. 

victory!

That ugly bug reared its antennae again tonight. However, I was prepared! I actually had a big cup with me and I threw it over him, slid a Kohls advertisement under the cup, ran to the bathroom screaming "EW! EW! EW!" the whole way and flushed that nasty sucker down the toilet. I'm shaking from the adrenaline rush but I will sleep much easier knowing he's been flushed down into the sewers....three times...just for good measure.