It was pointed out to Shannon and me today that we have not blogged in four days and we had better get on it. Sadly, there has been nothing especially blogworthy happening, and, we know how everyone has come to value our high literary standards. It would simply be "beneath" us to compromise quality in order to meet the demands of our tiny but rabidly loyal readership (Shout out to the peeps! XOXO).
Well, hold on to your hats folks... There has been a development! I know you are brimming with anticipation... Let me just say, it involved copious giggling, a pizza box, a Swiffer broom, and lots of screaming like little girls.
The setup:
I was changing into PJs and Shannon was standing in my weird, wide back hallway, talking to me through my door. We were dishing about our improv class and waiting for the frozen pizza to bake. Incidentally, I have gotten so much better about not simply ripping off my clothes to change while not even pausing the conversation. I am not an exhibitionist, and it's not that I think Shannon is not a "regular man" because he is gay. It's literally that I view him as an extension of myself, so it seemed perfectly logical to my amygdala to just go about my business without even giving it a thought. (Yes, I always close the bathroom door, you weirdos.)
Anyway, I came out of my room, talking a mile a damn minute, headed for the kitchen and... I will let Shannon tell the rest, as his version is sure to be way more entertaining than mine.
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