That's what I'm talking about!

There we go, guys! That wasn't so hard, was it? You know what this means? It means you all already check this blog but you just don't write anything! That's got to change. Here's the new plan. Every time you check the blog, you have to write something. Comment, post, share a joke, write a limerick, drop a line, bust a rhyme, do the hokey pokey and fire in the hole. Whatever you do, you can't just check the blog and leave.

It's not that hard. I'll prove it.

Since it is a marvelous Thursday night (and the beginning of ze weekend for those of us who kicked Friday classes out the door), I have spent the past two and a half hours fixating my undivided attention on How I Met Your Mother. This is not good, guys. Not good at all.

You want to know why I watch Friends? Because I've seen it all before. I know what's going to happen. I know what jokes are coming. I know Ross and Rachel are on a break and when they get back together. I know when Joey falls down the elevator shaft and Phoebe marries Crap Bag. I don't have to spend sleepless nights worrying about Chandler and Monica getting married and what really happened when Mr. Heckles stole Marcel. It's all been done and I can carry on with my life as a useful member of society.

But How I Met Your Mother is a WHOLE other story! Man oh man. I utterly despise those clever devils who discovered the beauty of cliffhangers. It's a cruel, cruel trick. How despicably low. How horribly dirty! Too bad it works. Now I am hopelessly glued to my laptop watching episode after episode until my screen explodes or my eyeballs shrivel up and fall out of their sockets (Wow, that escalated really quickly. I did not see that graphic imagery coming. I apologize!).

So until then, my friends!

BUT WAIT! There's more! I just remembered something I had to tell you all. I went to the Parliament with the girls on my floor last weekend and we had beaver tails. My first ever beaver tail (I know I shared one with you on Trek Ed, Em. But I did not think that through withe Cows ice cream. All I got was a pathetic bite off yours.) It was Nutella and banana goodness. Ahh, I could almost hear my arteries screaming in agony as they clogged. It was great!

It was then that I also discovered Kitty can eat Nutella. She's also eaten pecans without dying and she's a big fan of pistachios. Case in point? I secretly think she's not allergic to nuts. Maybe that one time she had peanuts, she actually had a stomach flu and they thought she was allergic. That would be AWESOME because I am craving peanut butter so badly. It's scary. All day long, I dream of peanut butter. My love. My life.

So remember kids, don't skydive naked and never play leapfrog with unicorns.