Yesterday, we celebrated the return of the pomegranate juice blends at Starbucks, because we have no lives.
I'm half a Volvo shy of living in the suburbs.
I also managed to reveal that I had a pseudo-boyfriend (The Archaeologist's terminology, not mine) to my stepmom, who then informed me that she already knew.
"Is this the same boy with whom you were 'studying' (air quotes implied) with at 8 am that one morning?"
"Yeah, I've been a parent longer than you've been a bad liar"