I've been wanting my lovely ex-roommate, Megan, to guest post for a while now. She's probably the funniest person I know, and I've learned a ton from her during our year together. For example, dish soap is an amazing stain remover. Oh, and honey tastes good with everything, including brownies. She's back home in NY for the year, but I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that she'll continue to keep us all updated and laughing via her blog, My Pet Lizard Slappy.
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Hey blog readers!
Alana and I lived together during the 2008-2009 school year, which is
why Alana probably contacted me to write a “confession” themed post.
As it turns out, most of my daily life could somehow qualify as
material one would “confess” as opposed to mention over a cup of coffee.
I was definitely excited to guest post, but I decided immediately that
I wanted to write something that would surprise even my former
roommate. That eliminated crashing a wedding, wearing underwear on my
wet hair at night (you should try it! It keeps your pillow dry,)
conversing with our pet fish, and eating honey directly out of the
container. I thought of a certain pee-peeing on a fake tan incident
that happened recently, but that would be too embarrassing even for me
(perhaps another guest post when the horror of it starts to fade...)
As Alana and I spoke on the phone, I had an epiphany. I am not proud
about what I am going to share with you, but they don’t call it a
confession for nothing. I guess I’ll just phrase it this way:
Hi, my name is Megan, and I am a Price Is Right addict.
And I really mean a full blown, it’s-an-illness, obsessed, freak of a
Price Is Right addict. When I was a child, I would wear a homemade
nametag while I watched the show, but recently my addiction has
escalated to new levels. My childhood best friend and number one
enabler, Catie, recently developed a similar sickness for The Price is
Right, or “TPIR,” as she calls it. We text each other comments during
the show and muse about what pricing games we would like to play. One
night, as we ate a lovely dinner at the local IHOP, we realized that
the first step getting on the Price is Right would be vibrant group
t-shirts. (For those of you not familiar with TPIR, the audience
members wear hideous, bright T-shirt with sayings such as “I’m 90,
Feisty, and Ready to Spin!”)
Well, I’ll spare you the details of rushing to the craft store, or how
we ultimately decided the base of a great t-shirt is of course, a great
tie-dye, but last Friday night, four close friends and I took the first
step toward our pending appearance on TPIR by making these masterpieces:
We haven’t applied the glitter glue yet; we are going to write
which prize we want across the back. Mine is going to say “JACUZZI!”
Now onto step two--anybody want to donate money to help us get from Queens to Los Angeles?
Thank you so much Alana for allowing me to do this, and thanks for reading guys!
