Sometimes she just calls me up and she’s like, ‘Bitch, I love you.’ And then she just hangs up. No other information. Weird. But I don’t know, I kind of like it when she calls me ‘bitch.’ It makes me feel like Janis Joplin.
– Jess talking about CeCe on New Girl
One of these days I’m going to call Kate and say “Bitch, I love you” and hang up. I swear, I’ll do it. I’ll even record it and idk, post it on here.
It’s been almost 7 years since Kate and I have lived in the same city/area. Like 6 and a half years. And even though she never really lived unreasonably out of the way, it’s still just not the same as having your person live just 10 mins away from you.
We went from being 2 hours away, to an hour away and now 10 mins away and it’s pretty fantastic. It went from “maybe I’ll see you in a week?” to “well I’m for sure going to see you every Sunday but like, in between there I’ll probably see you like three other times.”
Sundays are the Lord’s day (and by the Lord, I mean Lord Disick, because the Kardashians are always on Sundays and I’m not by any means religious – sorry ’bout it). But Sundays have also become ButtCakes and Princess day.
You know the whole, “I like being a Princess” thing we went over last week? Well, she totally enables it (and I love it and don’t ever stop, Kate) and cooks me dinner and then we watch TV. She makes chicken breast and I’m obsessed with it. I want it all the time. In fact, she makes it for me multiple times a week, as long as I show up with chicken to cook. I’m a chicken breast fiend.
She’ll also occasionally bake stuff and I become a happy taste-tester. It’s a luxurious thing, having your person be a foodie.
To encourage all this food that I get to eat, you guys should go check out her new baking blog 😉 I take no actual responsibility for the baking, or any other cooking, but I will for sure be the #1 taste-tester. Last week she baked the Chai Tea cookies that Taylor Swift blogged about and oh my god they tasted like Christmas. They were amazing.
Anyways, Sundays are dinner date nights now. I go to work. I go see Kate after the hardware store. It’s now the routine.
It’s sort of the best routine ever too because I always get to end my week on a high note. No matter how mediocre or bad the week gets, I look forward to Sundays because I get to eat some chicken and decompress.
It’s also nice to have a routine because I don’t really have weekends. I don’t have days off. So Sunday evenings? It’s a good way to mark just a little bit of peace away from everything else. It’s as close to a normal “day off” as I’ll ever get, at this point. I really wouldn’t have it any other way though.