Not well. But thanks for asking

So, I bet you’re wondering, how our diets are going?

Let me give you a brief rundown in the form of a conversation that happened on Monday.

In case you’re not from where we live, it was a rainy morning. Really rainy. We had record rainfall and the governor declared us in a state of emergency.

The morning diet fiasco started with texts.

Amy: I’m gonna be late. I’m going home to let the dogs back in.

Ava: And to pick up donuts.

Amy: Seriously?

Ava: Isn’t today the day for those croissant donuts?

Amy: You understand that it’s fucking pouring, right? Broadway and Swan could only be described as torrential.

Ava: It’s not raining here. Come in and we’ll go somewhere.

Approximately three minutes later I arrived at work and it was indeed raining there. The World’s Greatest Receptionist and I arrived at the same time and parked next to each other in our assigned covered spots. The rain was so intense we could barely see the front of our building maybe fifty yards away. We sat in our cars and chatted for twenty minutes before we were brave enough to go in. Needless to say we did not go out to get donuts. This fact was much lamented for many, many hours. (On the bright side, we thought there was a real possibility that we’d have to build an ark. The first animal we’re getting is a panda.)

The rain continued unabated. By 1:00 we were starving. STARVING. The closest place was Smashburger.

Ava: Do you think it would be wrong of us to get milk shakes with our burgers?

Amy: No!

Ava: Really? (she sounded very hopeful)

Amy: You didn’t have donuts did you?

Ava: That’s the kind of logic that makes us sisters.

I had a Butterfinger milkshake and she had Nutter Butter. TWGR had strawberry, which was a mistake as far as we were concerned.

Anyway. That’s how the diet is going.