Is there a spa dedicated to mothers who play 64,783 games of Uno every day with their four-year-old? Just wondering.
I often ponder that I'd like Cam to stop by my house with a ukelele and solve problems via song.
Last week's process of going through fine-tune proofing edits on our manuscript (I made a mistake and lost hours of work; also, formatting dries me batty) had me teetering on the brink of Frank Costanza mode for about four days.
I've decided that I'll start sprinkling in Leslie Knope-isms when talking to my friends. (i.e. "You beautiful tropical fish.")
Mark and I often choose to speak like Brick Heck when making a point in conversation with each other. It's oddly effective. (Effeeeeeeeeeeective.)
We also still quote this Andy Bernard moment a LOT.
And finally, This tweet from Zach Braff a few weeks ago made me miss Scrubs so much.
It's very possible that we watch too much television in this house.