Does it offend me that people continue to compare me to the girl who used the term “dicknit” in the season 10 premiere?
Have I ever told you guys about the time 15 years ago when I puked at my boss’s house? Yeah, his wife heard the retching and got all pissed, storming down the stairs from her bedroom and ordering him to check on me.
When he did, he knocked softly on the bathroom door and waited until I told him it was okay to come in. He looked like he was getting ready to say something, but then his eyes landed on the toilet.
“PHEW! You made it into the toilet. Now hurry up; it’s your turn.”
It was the end-of-the-year party, you see, and we were playing quarters. And yes, this was after my college retail job, during a professional assignment.
I loved that job.
Anyway, it was totally something that Dee would do. And I’m not saying I’m proud of that; I’m not (I am). Because I have really calmed down since then and the chances of my puking at a boss’s house—or anyone’s house, for that matter—are slim to none (unless we’re talking about food poisoning since I’ll eat pretty much anything, including that sort of gray, slimy chicken).
But still, I’m not offended when people say I remind them of her. I actually take it as a compliment because besides being hilarious, she’s pretty easy on the eyes. The only thing that kind of upsets me is that her writers coined the term “dicknits” before I had a chance to.
In case you’re wondering, all of this is a roundabout way of bringing me to my point—and I promise there is one.
It’s date night for the hubs and me, which, during its season, includes an Always Sunny viewing, a couple of beers, and, if the hubs sauces me up enough, el sexo. If you have a crass sense of humor like mine and haven’t seen Always Sunny yet, you’ve got to check it out.