Seafood Melissa.
Chris and I went out to dinner recently at a not un-nice place. I got the specialty (supposedly)* which was a dish called Seafood Melissa. Pan fried fish, crab cakes, crabmeat stuffed shrimp, scallops- you get the point. It was good while eating it, but the rest of the night was filled with gassy trips to the bathroom. For both of us. Including Chris, who had approximately 1 bite of Seafood Melissa.
Since then, we have referred to the grossness that follows over eating or over indulging as some form of Seafood Melissa. e.g.: “Ugh I think they gave me Seafood Melissa by accident” or “I got Seafood Melissa-d.”
All of this is to say….I am in a vulnerable state of Seafood Melissa right now.
*the worst possible thing a waitress could do when you ask her to recommend her favorite dish or the most popular item on the menu is to list 1/2 to 3/4 of the menu. No street cred, homegirl.
I cannot imagine dating in a world where you can see when someone is typing a text message.
It’s probably awful, and I am sorry :/
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Love you, Friday.
Yes! (Except I’m rocking a suit & stockings [which I keep snagging with the velcro on my boot]) which is really unsexy.)](http://24.media.tumblr.com/b4758cd5c8855219ed11d677dd3ddbb0/tumblr_mmcx4loJO01qkxrtro1_1280.jpg)
Friday You Sexy SOB (by ecerdeiros)
Love you, Friday.
Yes! (Except I’m rocking a suit & stockings [which I keep snagging with the velcro on my boot]) which is really unsexy.)
Speaking of Jim…
Is anyone else tearing up about the end of an era?
“Thanks for being my mom!” is not appropriate for Facebook.
Pretty sure I wrote that on a birthday card when I was 5.
