The Post With No Discernible Point

John and I are members of what I like to refer to as the cheap-o gym. (This being the perfect gym for us since we have been exactly 0 times in the past year.) I guess a better way to describe it would be the utilitarian gym - no pool, no fitness classes, no complimentary towel, just workout equipment and a water fountain. When I joined the gym, they were giving away one free personal training session to all new members. I think they must ascribe to the military philosophy of "let's tear you down in order to build you back up" because I left that session feeling oh so proud of my fabulous physique. The trainer suggested that I come back twice a week at $50 bucks a pop. Because I have a problem just saying no, I left and promised to "talk it over" with my husband and "examine our budget." But, the whole time I was thinking how I chose a gym in which I only pay $19.95 A MONTH to work out and this poor muscle-head thinks I'll shell out $100 A WEEK in order to become some sort of tiny greek goddess (ha ha!!). You will be pleased to know that I was able to effectively say no to the personal training, but not before he suggested that I cut eating out, eating in, medical care, water, air and any other "fat" from my budget in order to be able to participate in these sessions.

So, yesterday evening, I got an invite from Johnna and Katherine to go to the pool at what I like to call the fancy gym - you know one that is not part of a strip mall. This gym even has a grill. . .no not a charcoal grill. This gym has an actual grill restaurant. . .don't worry, I made that mistake, too! The plan was to take our little ones to the pool and have a bite to eat. This meant I had to get the ball rolling on Lauren and Josette's birthday cake that I had planned to make today. This morning when I was icing the cake, I discovered that 1 measly can of icing did not cover a cake to my satisfaction. Cora and I were immediately off to the big box store to get that 1 can of icing. So, two cute dresses for Cora, a dvd, and $35 later, we had our can of icing. The cake looks delish, by the way. It has taken much willpower not to pull a Healthcliff Huxtable and replace the middle of the cake with wadded up paper towels and icing so that I can sneak a snack. May I also say that I'm enjoying my retro (literally - it was my mom's) tupperware cake saver - avocado colored with the yellow flower.

Cora did enjoy the pool by the way. (Perhaps that was where I was going with this post?!) It was a little cold, but she crawled and splashed around. Plus, she finally got to wear her cute little swimsuit. Here are some pictures of the bathing beauty.

I'm so excited because we've started getting compliments on our chunky thighs. . .well, I haven't been getting compliments. . .I guess meaty thighs aren't as cute on a 30 year old. . .sigh. . .but, everyone seems to think that Cora is starting to fill out which is always music to my ears.

To sum up:

John + Melissa = Cheap

Meaty Thighs + Cora = Major Cuteness

Meaty Thighs + Melissa = (insert horror movie scream here)

Yellow Cake + Chocolate Frosting = YUM!