Nothing like your best friend coming through with the cute and the funny and the unconditional love to make you feel 736453465 times better about life.
Lesa, you’re the actual best. We’re sisters in not-Red. And friendship IS magic. We prove it every day.
Same phone number, BUT I lost all my contacts. Stupid SIM card. So if you have my number and you still want me to have yours, text me! Or if I never had your number and you’d like me to have it, throw it in ye olde Ask box!
Plans for the evening:
I love Saturdays.
Looking at pictures of cute cats and almost crying because my cat may not be long for this world. We find out tomorrow.
“I appreciate it, darling.”
And I have to do all of it in like half an hour.
Lesa and I have been drinking Pepsi, eating crap food, and marathoning Full House all day. #PartyHard
Also, the Craigy stand-up show last night was FABULOUS. *cough* Someone may or may not have growled and clawed at him from the third row back from the stage. He may or may not have giggled.
…Mama may or may not have been hammered.
What a clusterfuck today was. I have tomorrow off and I am NOT answering the phone. Ugh. So glad to be home right now. Gonna pour me a drink or five and start relaxing into ain’t doin’ SHIT mode.
Look what came in the mail today.
Let the vodka-drenched liveblogging and out-of-context giffing (and mass unfollowing, I’m sure) commence.
So earlier today, I was doing the dishes and I distinctly both heard and felt someone walk straight up to me. Footsteps, a squeak in the floor, and that feeling you get when someone is standing just back and to the side of your shoulder.
I was the only one home.