tubularrrrrr duuuuuuude

I wake up and walk outside. Amy is sleeping... on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Then I go put my bagel in the toaster. Next thing I know, Amy is gone. But where to? The bedroom, clearly. She is under her blanket, with her feet sticking out the end. She hears me enter the room, opens her eyes, stares at me for about 15 seconds and sleepily says, "I live in a tube." Wait, what? You live in a tube? Go figure.

Myself? Yourself? Whoself?

Celine Dion's infamous cover of "All By Myself"

Now I know I don't want to be all by myself. I don't think anyone does, except for, perhaps, a hermit. We are watching clips from So You Think You Can Dance; Katee and Joshua performed a contemporary routine to "All By Myself" so we're having a bit of a chuckle about the song and what not. I declared that I didn't want to be all by myself. Amy, of course, then declared, "I don't want to be all by yourself either!" No, Amy, no you don't...

World War II?

We're watching Atonement,and Kimi asks, "What war is this?"

Ashley points out that it's World War II. Pretty straightforward, right? Wrong.

"Who was fighting who?" asks Kimi.

"Well, the France and England were fighting together against the Germans --"

"Wait! I thought that was World War III!"

"Umm, that's the name they give to any major conflict nowadays."

"But I really thought there was a World War III! Or I just shifted everything ..."

Yeah, honey, yeah you did. She said that she should think before she speaks. Perhaps, this is why we leave the history to Ashley. Roomie knows best. Sister ... well, not so much.

Precision is KEY

I was updating my Meyers-Briggs personality results, and Kimi's looking at her relationship chart, exclaiming, "Michelle is in my circle of thingy!"

By the way, I'm INFP and she's ESTJ. We're animae, aka complete opposites. Way to go! Now I'm scared.

A Llama?!

K and I were out at dinner. She had been complaining about her coworkers ever since she had returned from work, and I was listening. Drama drama drama. Isn't it always?

She then blurts out, "Too much drama for my llama."

Wait, what?! Apparently, she's taken to changing her phrases around, starting with "Save the drama for your mama," to "Save the drama for your llama," to our final end result ... clearly, we need to figure out what a llama has to do with this. Is there something I should know about?

Profiteroles, anyone?

Ok, so I just got back to SD for the summer. I've missed my roommates quite terribly. I'm sitting in the living room with Ashley, and we're talking; Amy is in the closet, trying on the stuff I picked out for her at J.Crew. Ashley make some relatively ridiculous and amusing comment, resulting in my remark: "I've missed living with you fools." Then, from down the hallway through the doors we hear Amy yell, "Did you just say, 'I'm loaded with profiteroles.'?'" After a "wtf?!" moment in my head, I, of course, said no and told her she was retarded. Ashley asked what a profiterole was.

Damn, I've missed this place. And my darling profiteroles.