Thank you for being a friend

After quite the hellish week, I took tonight off and decided to veg out on Dan's couch. Equipped with a stead-fast supply of food (i.e. "Dan go get me grapes," "Dan can you get me a drink," "Daaaaan are you listening to me?") After a few hours of the Food Network, I settled on watching "The Golden Girls." I can't even begin to explain my love for these four ladies- Dorothy, Sophia, Blanche, and Rose. Somehow after 10 minutes someone (usually Dorothy or Blanche) do something stupid and with the help of Sophia and the endless/whimsical/ridiculous stories of Rose, all problems are solved in the span of 25 minutes. I wish life worked like that. I wish all conflicts were complex- but only for about 10 minutes- and I wish all people in my path were inanely funny. I wish I had friends like the Golden Girls- the sarcastic one, the floozy one, the dumb one, and the mother hen one. I could visit for those late night cheesecake feasts, we could go on really bad vacations but laugh about it...I just really want to be a Golden Girl.

Moving on- Dan thinks I've lost my mind.

On a side note- what is it about the Hallmark Channel that makes me want to watch really bad movies?

Back to reality tomorrow... until then, I have the Golden Girls.