Pizza (and cannolis), nights spent catching up on The Bachelor (I’m to blame for this) and The Walking Dead. Hot cups of tea. My mom’s emails documenting all the cool things she’s found thrifting. Ethiopian food date night followed by bucket-sized bowls of fro-yo. Falling asleep on “the family bed” which is what we have named our couch on account of how many times we fall asleep on it and how many times we wake up surrounded by kitties. Having long bitchfests with old friends and also talking trash tv — because really, if there’s one way to feel better about yourself it’s by watching crap tv. Cuddling with kitties day and night. This is my recipe for happiness.
Plus, it’s Friday. Thank goodness for that.
