Thank You For Being A Friend
So, the other night I was at home alone, standing over the stove cooking dinner, when under my breath, I starting singing the theme song to the "Golden Girls". This was disturbing on several levels. The first of which was I was at least two times through it before I realized: Hey, are you really singing the theme to the Golden Girls? Secondly, I knew every single word. Profoundly distressed, I left dinner on the stove and went and sat for awhile in my Shame Closet.