whatever. i'm not even ashamed.
because i'm probably going to drag myself out of bed and set up shop on the couch.
with a bowl of mashed potatoes.
and mini reubens.
and not move. except to go to the bathroom. and jostle the netflix every once and awhile so it doesn't turn off.
but it's friday. let's get to high-fiving with lauren.
1. i've been making spiked cider like every day. and when i ran out of rum i cracked into shitler's scotch.
because i'm a thinker.
and a drinker.
2. drove towards this the other night.
i was into it.
it's probably pollution.
3. baby emilia came to hang out the other night. shitler is clearly boring her.
5. to spare everyone from the obligatory, lame thanksgiving pictures of everyone being thankful i'll give you this.