Two of my favorites, Chan and Tony came by tonight to hang out. (I love them so much that I immediately forgave them for walking into the apartment of a dieter with Burger King bags!)
We watched "Stranger Than Fiction" which is one of those favorite movies you forget how much you love. Every time I watch it I resolve to become a novelist who is the epitome of dry-witted cynicism & creative genius. (And also to have an apartment as cute as Maggie Gyllenhaal's.)
In the movie Will Ferrel's best friend shares with him that his life long dream was to go to Space Camp. I felt the need to share with Chan and Tony (and I pray that they aren't judging me for it now) that I had in fact went to Space Camp when I was in Mrs. Pilkington's 4th Grade class and came back so excited because I had purchased gifts for everyone. (I mean pets included.)
I'm quite sure I came back with a Space Camp dog-bone for the puppy and one of those plastic globes for our hamsters to run around in. I got Michael a yo-yo and Stefan a plastic astronaut....and I definitely got my Mom a pleather Space Camp fanny pack. Looking back on it now, I'm pretty sure that is what caused the initial rift in our relationship.