Cemeteries, Chooch stewing in a wheelchair, me & an uncharacteristically (god that word seems way longer than I remember) smiley Henry, Marcy with an American Horror Story backdrop, my big fat ring, Henry craning his neck to see what’s going on with Vampire Diaries even though he pretends to think it’s stupid. (And it is stupid anymore.)
Aside from that, I’m just eating pizza, listening to 80s music (Chooch learned that you NEVER EVER TALK DURING TOTO’S AFRICA, GOD!!), and waiting for Janna to come over so we can go over Gina and Elissa’s and stare at their Christmas tree. I’m making Janna walk there so we can both drink, but it’s like 18 degrees out so I’m sure she just can’t fucking wait. I actually wasn’t going to tell her we are going to walk there but then Henry had to butt in and say, “YOU BETTER TELL HER SO SHE CAN WEAR BOOTS SINCE THERE IS SNOW EVERYWHERE.” Christ, he’s such a Father.
Being friends with me isn’t a cake walk, you guy.
I don’t fucking know what a cake walk is.
Have a good weekend! OR ELSE.