DON'T MESS WITH ME.
Cory and I lived together in Los Angeles many moons ago. One day while I was out with our other roommate, I got a text message about a random act in the hallway. Ian and I couldn't wait to find out what this random act was when we got home. (Naked person? Clown show? It was LA, after all.) We found out that she meant "cat." Someone's cat was roaming the halls. It was not nearly as exciting as we had hoped.
Also, Cory's Facebook status updates would make the best blog in the entire universe.
Right on the money. Does anyone else's parents keeps tabs on them via blog?
This is the most anticlimactic moving announcement ever, right?. It doesn't even have an exclamation point, but I immediately started receiving responses of "Oooh, what's up there?" and "That'll be a change" and "Have a fun new adventure!" It's really awkward when you have to set the record straight and explain that it was just a forward-thinking, wishful comment. I'm not moving, guys. And when I do, I'll show a little more enthusiasm. Come on. Homegirl can do better than that!
(Other than the egregious grammatical errors...) THIS IS EVERYTHING.
You heard it here first. My new niece or nephew shall be called Mac or Millie.
(The names are derived from my sister and BIL's last name.)
The parents do not have a say in the matter.
Moral of the story: If I love you, I reserve the right to name your child.
As evidenced above, I'm really good at choosing baby names.
Did you and your friends keep quote boards back in the day?