Highlight of MY day

I couldn't be prouder (more proud?)! Turns out Diet Cake (that's this blog) is the number one hit if you Google the words "harlot" and "rouge" together. I think this may be the second step on our road to blogging fame (the first step was getting anyone at all to read our drivel). I think I can attribute the Google listing to this post. Since this blog is supposedly about dieting (and cake), and not harlots and rouge, I imagine anyone who Googled this word combo would be disappointed and/or annoyed upon clicking on our link. But I think I can speak for Sara when I say that we're willing to discuss harlots and rouge from time to time. How about now? Rouge: for it. Harlotry: against it. 

P.S. Please don't confuse "rouge" with "rogue." Rouge is a cosmetic, used on the cheeks (aka: blush). A rogue is the main male character in a Harlequin Regency novel, as in "Pierre Charlemagne Augustine DuBleu, rogue that he was, had a left a trail of love-sick, be-rouged harlots in his wake."

P.S. 2  My nose looks awesomely big in that picture. 

Rouge: It's not just for harlots anymore!

(Does anybody call it "rouge" anymore? )
I've been a little scruffy lately. Let me explain. I found myself sitting on the couch the other day (how did I get here?) watching What Not to Wear and thinking, as secret footage of a contestant was shown, "She went out of the house like that?" Then I glanced down at my baggy-kneed exercise pants (which had certainly not been used for exercise that day), ran my fingers through my lank, greasy hair and wondered if perhaps I ought to consider my own appearance for a wee moment. I am well aware that I have inner beauty in abundance, but perhaps masquerading as a homeless person is not the best way to let that shine. A pajama day every now and again is nice, but when it becomes a daily thing for me, the grub starts to take its toll on my psyche. I've noticed I'm a lot less likely to stuff handfuls of Cheetos (or chocolate chips or couch Skittles) in my mouth when I've pulled myself out of slob mode. Taking a shower, putting on clothes I didn't sleep in and even slapping on a little makeup--it can lift my spirits! Then again, the quarters people tossed in my purse on trips to the grocery store came in handy...