Thanksgiving is a-comin’, ladies! Time for some turkey, stuffing (my absolute favorite treat on earth) and reuniting with all your old home friends. Oh, and hopefully a major shopping spree with mom. Is there any other reason to come home?
As I said last week, when I'm with my friends I tend to feel like the mom of the group. Well, I've recently discovered that there are some perks to being the momma of the group and the only girl in my group in a long term relationship. I've become the one that everyone else comes to for advice or when they have an awkward relationship/sex questions.
Remember when you were 13 and everything seemed like the biggest deal ever and "OMG you are going to die because life is just so bad"? Oh, and you were wearing giant bell bottom jeans and a shirt with a condom pocket on the sleeve? Yeah, those were the days.
So you're finally settled back into home life for the summer. You've spent the last week catching up on sleep, home cooking and quality snuggle time with the dog and now it's time to get out of the house. You rifle through the duffle bags you have yet to unpack, throw on some clothes and head out to visit your old high school haunts. Namely, the mall.
(Two guys on move-out day, carrying cases of beer.) Guy 1: Man, we're gonna fill up an entire recycling bin. RA, poking head out of room: Excuse me? Guy 2: No, don't worry, it's okay. These are full of urine.
I will admit it, I’m an awkward girl. I’ll say goodbye to someone and then walk in the same direction as them with a stupid grin on my face. I’ve messed up high fives more times than should be legally allowed. I’ve called my roommates good friend (whom I’ve known for months) “Tyler,” when his name is “Lucas”...HOW DO YOU MESS THAT UP?
So your friend borrowed your favorite sweater in Physics, promising she'd return it after class. But when the class let out, you were too busy copying notes to remind her to give it back. It's been two months now, and all your subtle hints about how you really hate people who borrow stuff *ahem ahem* is getting you blank stares.
I think last night might have been the best episode of Tough Love yet. In fact, I'm ready to say it might be some of the best TV I've seen since Bromance. Watching that episode sent me on a roller coaster of emotion and since the shades on my window were open and the people across the street can see into my place, they would have seen this:
We love our mothers unconditionally. No matter how angry we get at them or how embarrassed our mothers make us, we continue to be on their side. They can yell at us, criticize us or even spend over $15,000 on plastic surgery in attempt to look like our identical twin and we will still love 'em anyway.
This past weekend, my bf invited me to have Easter dinner with his family. After already weaseling my way out of both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, I knew I was going to have to come up with a GOOD excuse this time. Unfortunately, he caught me off guard. So in honor of my 2 hours of awkwardness (kidding!!! uh..sorta), here is how to manage:
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