The Bloody Cake Eating Lady

For Valentine's Day, my friend Nicole made dinner. I bought a yummy heart shaped cake for dessert. We had a good time and all was well with the world. I bought half of the cake home and planned on eating it later.

Fast forward to Wednesday evening. As I wrote in a previous post, Madame is vacationing in the south of France this week. A few days before she left, Madame had mentioned a friend was coming over and spending the night. I assumed the friend would be coming before Madame left for the south. I hadn't seen anyone before she left and at this point, I just assumed that I had merely missed seeing the friend or the person decided not to come. So because Madame has been away, I have been my usual slightly messy self. There were some dishes piled up in the sink and I had spread my homework over the dining room table. There I was, sitting happily with my books and pizza (yes, I eat pizza in France) at the dining room table. I receive a telephone call from Madame at 8:32 asking if all was well. My first thought was "Madame is calling to check up on me." Then the bomb hit: "My friend is at the door, she just phoned, could you let her up?" WHAT! I hang up with Madame. It's now 8:36 and the door buzzer rings. Couldn't you have given me more time person? Firstly I don't quite know how to operate the door buzzer thingie. Secondly, I have items strewn about the apartment. Thirdly, there is a person about to invade my space. I honestly ran in a circle as I wasn't sure which item to attend to first. I decided dishes were the most important, so I shoved them in the dishwasher. After which I ran to let the person in the apartment - I told the person that I couldn't figure out the buzzer. So that is how I let a bubbly French women with lots of luggage into the apartment.

Let me tell you all a little story about me and "bubbliness." I love all sorts of people and can get along with just about anyone. That being said, when I study - I study intensely. I do not want to be bothered. I like my independence and my solitude in my study space. Cat took one look at this lady and fled to the living room. After listening to her for a half hour, I did about the same - I said goodnight and went to my room. Too bad my room is beside this lady's new headquarters. She talked on the phone until 3:00 in the morning. I know this because I was writing papers all night. When she wasn't on the phone, she was walking around the apartment (mainly the kitchen). When I went to the kitchen around 2:30 for some water, I found her in there with the fridge door open and lots of food spread out on the counter. She smiled at me. I thought it was weird, but went back to bed.

Thursday morning. I get up for school and get ready. I go to the kitchen for a yummy breakfast of cake (I'm a college student - I eat what I want). It is gone! We are talking about a huge half of a cake. I look in the garbage can and the empty cake box is in there. The bloody lady ate my Valentine's Day Cake! I mean this wasn't like some cookies or an ordinary cake. It was a beautiful, ornate cake filled with strawberry mousse and decorated with berries. It was expensive. It was beautiful. It was huge. It was clearly not some random thing in the fridge. It was gone. I wouldn't have minded her taking a piece, but the whole thing!!! I am extremely ticked off at this point. I then look for my "real" breakfast items in the fridge. All my yogurt and fruit was gone as well. Plus the cake that I made over the weekend. ARGH. She ate ALL my breakfast food and my junk food!

Throughout the course of the day, I made peace with the fact that my food was gone and not returning in any form I would like to deal with. I hoped the lady would be gone when I returned. Not only was she there upon my return, but there was a small child running around the apartment! It was a long day, I had not eaten. I was hungry. I was not amused at the fact that not only had the lady not left, but that there was also a child running about. When I go to the fridge for food, the lady hollers at me. She tells me that all the food on the first two shelves is for her and the little kid. I smiled, said ok, then took whatever I wanted.