LOL

Living in my house right now is very comical. It’d make for a good reality show*. I kid you not.

We have a box that I refuse to open and am trying very hard to forget about. Yes, it's small and I totally know what store it came from because the box is that telling.

A boyfriend where if I look him in the eye long enough all I want to ask is, WTF, Did we have a problem in Houston?

Our new neighbors are British documentary film makers. Hello! Accent and funny British sayings. They are so foreignly flirty. Which leads to me having way too long of conversations outside our doors.

White chocolate anywhere and everywhere in my kitchen. Because once again I could not master melting chocolate and doing something good of it. For you new peeps – every year I attempt to make something involving melted chocolate as an ingredient and every year the chocolate wins. I may need to buck down and claim this is just something I cannot do.

There are plastic bag pom-poms everywhere.

The funniest of all funny – Cowboy and I have a running prank on each other. During Halloween I acquired a plastic fake cockroach from somewhere or the other. The thing looks very very real. One day, I placed it in his catch-all, where he keeps his keys, loose change, watches and stuff. The yelp you heard through our apartment when he found it was priceless. Well he decided to pack it into my Las Vegas suitcase – oh yes, he got me back. Now, we go back and forth figuring out new ways to spook each other with it. The latest and greatest comes from Cowboy. He rigged the roach with clear fishing line, connected it to the pantry door and attached a tack at the bottom of it. When you open the door, you can either hear the tack across the tile (like teeny tiny pitter patter of insect feet), see the roach scatter out from its hiding place or both. That stunt nearly gave me a heart attack. We hate roaches. It’s been there for awhile now and let me tell you it was darn funny when the maintenance man had to come in and adjust the water heater thingy, which is located in our pantry. Oh, it was funny.

*speaking of reality shows, anyone catch Real Housewives last night? Oh, how I cried but seriously, Lauri is/was my favorite. Boo.