For fourth of July, I accompanied The Lawyer to one of the partner's houses for a BBQ. Given my exhaustive MSII schedule for the past year, it was my first time meeting The Lawyer's work group, and I was appropriately nervous.
I resorted to the predictable attempt at overcompensation, by making sugar-free cupcakes for The Partner's diabetic son. But, they were bad, you guys. They were so, so bad.
I followed an online recipe with fabulous ratings and in appearance, they looked fine.
In taste and texture? They were dense, little lumps of flour and Splenda with a flavor similar to a muffin, and an odd, chewy consistency. It's the first time that The Lawyer has actually laughed at one of my cooking/baking attempts and they were bad enough that I sent an infamous picture-laden email to our families making fun of them. Then, we stopped and picked up an ice cream cake instead (which the adults ate after the kids were in bed...and finished the whole thing...oops).
Anyway, everyone was nice and I apparently didn't offend anyone when they asked how medical school was going and I responded,
"Now is probably not the best time to ask. Because I sort of hate it."
The following day, after The Lawyer had lunched with his people, I received the following text message:
So, there you have it.
Then again, considering that The Lawyer's last girlfriend/wife planned a Caribbean vacation that she didn't want him to go on, then finally consented to "let him" come, then cheated on him with one of her co-workers when they were there, then justified her behavior when The Lawyer walked in on them, then said that he wasn't "cool" or "fun enough" for her, then threw a party the night that he moved out...
Well, it's not even hard to upgrade from that. Even without the sugar-free cupcakes.
(And now I'm done with the awful stories about our exes...for at least a few days :D)