Nothing shouts “LOOK AT ME, LIVING LIFE TO THE FULLEST” quite like spending an entire Saturday watching Gilmore Girls on DVD and declaring that I may never leave my couch or wear pants again. I was slightly comforted by a friend who text me that he, too, had developed a 24 hour allergy to pants, and was trying to figure out how to lure someone to his living room who would bring wine. Genius.
On a related note, last weekend R and I shouted these reminders at each other, and I thought I would share them here:
Me to R: “Don’t let me forget my dehumidifier!”
R to me: “Don’t let me forget my Epson salts.”
I wish I could say this was our most ‘old lady moment’ of the weekend, but that actually happened the night before (technically 3 a.m. that morning). I looked over at R and announced: “It’s 3 a.m. and we are sitting in your sister’s basement – in the suburbs – drinking wine and watching ‘Parental Guidance‘. 31? Killing it.”
Also I ate 6 eggs this weekend so someone should probably call a doctor, and I spent over 20 minutes worrying that I shake hands with people too much. These feelings would go great with cupcakes.