1. Ryan.
2. Buffy.
3. Ryan watching BUFFY with meeeeeeeeee! YAY! It's happened folks. My sweetie likes my sweet sweet show! When you think you’re dying of Salmonella poisoning from that recalled Clif* bar, even when the kind of Clif bar you ate was not the kind that got recalled, but your stomach is growling louder than a concrete breaker in pissed off anger, and your sweetie who has long since had his guffawed at this thing called Buffy the Vampire Slayer FINALLY gets sucked into an episode and concedes to watch the next five episodes with you. Yeah, that IS something imbued with gratitude.
4. Your sweetest friends texting you with offers of everything under the sun that might make you feel better.
5. Not dying of Salmonella poisoning from your non-contaminated Clif bar.
*YES, that really is how Clif is spelled in this circumstance.
2 comments:
Just be glad it wasn't a Double Stuf Clif Bar. (Shiver)
Ah, Buffy. It's just so smart. And Giles. And Oz. And SPIKE. Swoon. Melt.
the word verification for this post is 'obisione' which is a fat Sicilian.
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