Pumba, not in front of the kids!

( We're taking bets on how long you can live in the same house as us and not know we like to slash boys. )

Have I mentioned how much fun shacking up with Miranda has already been? We chatted on AIM but said the punchlines through facing open doors, I can tell stories about going out to a restaurant with my parents a week ago, trying my mom's lamb with mint jelly and have someone laugh at my feeling guilty for a week, and the suggestion of putting her desk "up against the wall" is suddenly more amusing than potentially helpful. Having a conversation with someone who knows the source material is so... satisfying.

Also, am masochistic and suicidal because agreed to work tomorrow in addition to apparently already being scheduled for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights. Oy.