Don't Forget Your Lunch.

My roommates know me so. well. First, let me just say that I absolutely ADORE them. Seriously, I'm like... borderline obsessed, you could say. (For example, it hit me like a ton o' bricks that I hadn't added Kristen to my stalker list yet. Do not fear, I stalked her until I found her blog again and added it. Go ahead, check the list. That's right. She's there. I'm a scary good creeper. Ahem. Roommate. Scary good roommate. Anyway.) Yesterday I was wicked tired, and fell asleep as 2 of my adorable roommates were making 3 adorable lunches for us tomorrow.

This morning, this is what I woke up to:

My bathroom mirror:


My door:


The kitchen counter:


The front door:


Lessons learned from this:

#1. I have the best roommates ever.

#2. I might be a wee bit forgetful. Emphasis on wee. Sometimes, I just don't think about things. Okay, often I don't think about a LOT of things. It's all part of my natural charm.

#3. "The one with the 'M' on it." Courtney is stilled scarred from the day I took the one with a 'C' on it. We've since then taken all necessary precautions to avoid another catastrophe like unto the last.

#4. I like... lunch? Actually I didn't have a number four. I just didn't want to be done with this list thing. It's kind of exciting.


Life is totally good. Mess that up, and I will cut you. That is all.