Monday, March 21, 2011

"Hey Chandler, Monica just broke my seashell lamp." "Neat, I'm gonna die alone." "Okay, you win."

That was pretty much our breakfast, only we didn't have blueberries/choc chips/whateverthatis in our pancakes.


Oh, thanks orange juice for giving me heartburn.  I really appreciate it.
I was going to write something, but now all I can focus on is that my chest hurts.  Yay.  Also the fact that Savannah has all the seasons of Friends and just how completely fantastic her boyfriend is in life.  Anyone who buys the entire series of Friends for their girlfriend/wife is the best, hands down.  
I don't even know where I'm going with this...except that Chandler Bing is my favorite ever (besides Tyler Hilton who is a REAL boy and therefore wins over Chandler who is fictional. WHY AREN'T YOU REAL, CHANDLER? We could be besties!) Yup, that was basically where I was going with this.


Okay.  I think I'll nap now so I can stop focusing on the pain.


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