Snapshot Sunday

Saturday night, Jared came over. We were supposed to go see Atomic Brain Invasion, except I didn't actually want to see it, so we slept instead.


Later, we went downstairs to make food, and I found this letter. It's addressed to Ian Augustine because he drunkenly called a Peter Popoff infomercial and signed up to receive a free prayer hankie. Instead of using his own address, he gave them mine. I now get about 2 letters every month.


Anyway, I'm really glad he gave them my address, because these letters are pure gold. This one enclosed a "secret healing touch" glove.


It was really just a plastic lunch lady glove. You're supposed to lay it over your body for one night ONLY and then you'll be healed from whatever ails you (after you "sow a seed of $30" and mail the glove back to Peter Popoff, of course). Whoever creates these things has the most amazing sense of humor of all time.


We celebrated our glove by making sweet potato home fries.


And also asparagus and bread. Yumyumyumyum.


As I was cleaning up, this plastic $100 bill fell onto the table out of nowhere. I assume it was tucked into one of Peter's letters, but I'm not not ruling it out as a sign from the heavens either.


Sunday, I worked until 4. Then we all went to Chili's. CJ looks old, and it creeps me out.


After dinner, I went to East Providence to pick up Ryan and his friend, Brittany. I'm obsessed with him.


Brittany remembered that Mary Lou's coffee just opened up in a nearby gas station, so we immediately went there to get beverages. Everything is pink and cute.


Ryan & Brittany got Funky Funablas, and I got a Minty Lou. They were both amazing.


Ryan told me I was "fierce" the entire night. I loved every second of it.


Then we joined forces and performed a very emotional rendition of "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera.


For some reason, I love the new bridge that connects 195 with 95. We ended the night by getting "lost" in Cranston.