overheard in our aparment so far tonight:
"interpretative dance! interpretative dance!" --BoyCat, encouraging me to come back to the living room as i was finishing mixing my (second) margarita in the blender, during the performance of some song from Crash. the set was on fire, too. for real.
"oh, my. how déclassé."* -- me, after watching the March of the Penguins winners walk up holding giant stuffed penguins.
"this, from the girl downing her third margarita and wearing yoga pants??" -- BoyCat, in response to above critique.
"the antichrist is brought to you in part by Lexus." -- a voiceover heard on the History Channel, during a commerical break from a two-hour special on the antichrist.
i'm not sure we'll be able to top that last one.
*thanks elizalou! now i am a word/blogger ninja.
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Seriously, two minutes ago I was telling my friend how cute it was when the March of the Penguins guys brought up stuffed penguins. I guess this is where we differ.
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