No-Post Friday

So normally I like to write my posts ahead of time so I can have them ready to go and up bright and early each morning. But last night, instead of writing, I laid (lay? lain? lied? fuck it) in bed with my two besties and ate homemade fried chicken and cookies. THAT'S RIGHT, HOMEMADE. There might have also been mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and sweet potato casserole (or as you Yankees like to call it, "candied yams"... amateurs), but I'll never tell. We watched The Big Bang Theory, a show I had never even heard of until a few weeks ago, when J started tweeting about it like a mad woman talks to her cats. It's really funny, and a pretty brilliant show, due in no small part to Jim Parsons, a good ole Texas boy who plays a socially awkward, near-Aspergers, adorable, lovable 20something who is also from Texas. I basically want to marry him.

Anyway, here is a photo illustration of what I did last night in lieu of writing an actual post. You're welcome.

Well, they say that every day is an opportunity to learn something new, and today I took that opportunity and learned something new about myself. And that thing is that I am fucking terrible at Photoshop. Oh, and in case it's not really obvious, that is what I look like when I am sighing contentedly. This could also be interpreted as me sleeping, while visions of fried chicken, cold milk and chocolate chip cookies dance in my head. So then J and Z are watching me sleep, which is creepy, and they are apparently some combination of suspicious and completely apathetic about it.

Fin.