i took pilates this morning & the instructor said the theme was 'may the 4th be with you,' turned on a blacklight & played a long techno mashup of 'fast car' by tracy chapman. at the end, she turned lights on and said 'sorry, i havent seen the movies. tomorrow is cinco de mayo'
Got a bachelor party this weekend. One of the guys emailed the group and says he has a "bread connect" and to let him know because he can get whatever we want. Literally means bread. Burger buns, bagels, you name it. I have thought about nothing but this email all day
every night I make decaf coffee with no window treatments and every night I accidentally Winnie the Pooh for multiple neighbors to witness
Ben’s protests have waned, this is just part of our lives now