Today, as I’m finally remembering my middle name (I think it’s “wants“) and using up what miniscule brain power I have left to decide whether or not I’d like a pony on rollerskates or a unicorn on rollerskates, I am getting ready to show yet another friend what living in Chicago is like.
Namely, my living room. Because I’m re-watching Weeds, dammit, and I have to know what happens next!
(besides the obvious “Nancy will make the worst decision ever“)
Clearly, I do not win at life OR as a tour guide. Unless it’s a tour of my living room. Which Dana can vouch for. She knows I win at the “tour of my living room.”
It goes like this: “here’s the couch.” “here’s the other couch.” “watch me sit on it.”
Really, it couldn’t be awesomer.
Anyway, this gem appeared in my inbox and I’ve been saving it for a rainy day. Which would be today. It’s ASS outside. HEY, WELCOME TO CHICAGO, IT’S ASS HERE!
That’s totally the awesomest thing ever. Jimmy Motherfucking Wales? Eat your creepy-eyed heart out.
P.S. I think I need to put this on my header somehow. HOW SICK WOULD THAT BE?