Ok, for all you ladies out there...
let me set the scene and please say this sounds familiar:
4 Roommates all sitting in one room (one on the counter, another on the couch, another in a chair, and the forth at the table), eating chocolate/popcorn/and otterpops, half dressed in street clothes and half in PJ's that you would never dare show 'real people', convincing one roommate (with strong rhetoric) that the x-boyfriend should in fact remain the x-boyfriend, sending texts to said x-boyfriend wondering why they broke up with you then try SO hard to be your "friend", doubting the text they just sent and wondering what ever happened to face-to-face contact, dancing around the room to Michael Bublé waiting for the response and...
*Taking a BREATH when its all over*
{and a sure sign its all over???
the amazing silence we're all sitting in now}
Props to my roommate for liberating herself and using us for support.
As dramatic as it was...it was super fun!
After all...going to college is about finding your bridesmaids,
not your husband right?!
