Well, well, well. Look what came for me from Furbish today:Sprinkled with Jamies magic pixie dust and sent here on the wings of love. I have big plans for these guys, but they are going to have to wait until Monday. Because my special manfriend has selfishly abandoned me for his brothers bachelor party this weekend, so I am left home alllll alone, with no muscles and no one to man the power tools.
What in the world am I going to do with myself? Besides maybe catch up on some episodes of Dawson’s Creek.
Yes, you heard that correctly.
I thought that this highly emotionally charged month before our wedding was the perfect time to revisit what was, perhaps, the defining cultural moment of my life. Pete was concerned when he walked in on me doing a quote along to a show that aired 12 years ago, and that I have *supposedly* not seen since. I told him as long as I don’t start talking out of the side of my mouth and climbing through our window, he should just chilllll out.
Since starting this blog I have had a lot of really incredible, “NO WAY!! YOU TOO??” moments with my beloved internet besties aka perfect strangers. But this is the true test. If any of you know what Joey is saying to Dawson in this moment. Well besides wanting to mate with you and fly away like an Avatar, I will personally send you on an American Eagle Outfitters shopping spree.
And I will be doing all of this emo-TVing while eating Rabbit Food provided by this Fats Annonymous service that sends minimally fun/maximally nutritious food to your house. It sucks, but its been working. There is the suggestion of an abdominal muscle where the very real existence of a beer belly used to be, so I am going to keep at it.
Listen guys, if you want to eat “crackers” that taste like modg-podged packing peanuts. I won’t hold you back. But I promise you it is about as exciting as kibble.
I wish for all of you a weekend full of margaritas, and hamburgers, and milkshakes. And will hold out hope that my internet soul mate is reading this and can narrate the screen cap. You have no idea how happy that would make me. No cheating though. You are all on *Grams-honor*