Y'all, last night I ate leftover pizza in bed while watching Parenthood. And it was awesome. For awhile, it felt like any second my mom would pop her head around the corner to yell at me for the lack of greens on my plate, but homegirl is a four hour flight away so pizza it is.
Times like these, this living on my own thing can be pretty darn cool. But on the flip side, there have been... let's call them special instances when my friends and I have jumped and shot towards the hoop only to realize we threw complete airballs. You should've seen me the first time I bought eggs. SEVEN DOLLARS?! I was very much personally offended. As folks who spent the last four years with house chefs who have cooked for former presidents (allegedly) and the nicest cleaning staff and students specifically appointed and paid to make weekly Costco runs to stock our snack pantry with five kinds of dip and three boxes of Bagel Bites and taquitos, this transition has at times proven tricky.
Judge lightly, people, as you check out these gems. I hope you find them slightly endearing?