My idiot friend from college just sent this in the group text: “My boss got a 40 dollar bottle of wine for the table for dinner. I’m pretty sure I just bounded past yall in terms of fancy job.”
Sure. I’m gonna let him keep on thinking that.
In unrelated news, I’m going to be Mrs. Bonernator in exactly one year from today. Yup, I got that stubborn-ass venue after MONTHS OF PURGATORY.
How are we on this glorious Friday?