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.