We had a lovely dinner, complete with stimulating conversation about Hollywood people ~whom none of us know personally, which was followed up with my girlfriend and I coercing our company (2 men) to come back to her place and carry the heavy ass oak desk that I donated to her, up to her apartment. When we got the desk to its proper location, we turned on The Devil Wears Prada and looked at pretty people wearing pretty clothing and drank hot chocolate out of adorable mismatched china. (Has anyone figured out that our dinner company was a gay couple?)
Sunday morning I woke up early (because I obviously have been possessed by a masochistic ghost- someone call an exorcist). I noticed that my girlfriend owned P.S. I Love You and I decided that I wanted to
So here I am, typing and catching up with reading my favorite blogs, with Toy Story 3 playing in the background, blowing my nose and submitting to my epic failure. But in the words of Scarlett O'Hara, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."
I'll wait until of week of complete health (and with temperatures in the 70's) to "unplug" my family. Until then, we will continue to be Internet addicted, zombie-like movie fanatics. Try not to be intimidated by our "picture of healthy living". Wheeeeeee!