Last night, my roommate hosted a Potluck dinner for her entire Intramural Football team. I was very impressed that so many guys brought interesting dishes, or dishes at all, but maybe my expectations are just lower for them. I’m not sure. Anyway, the night was a huge success, went out after, had some kick-ass dreams which I was lucky enough to remember and woke up to this:
I was in such a great mood. (Obviously I made my bed before I took the picture because I am a freak of nature.) Then I made the mistake of leaving my bedroom oasis and was greeted with this:
Our apartment smelled like a combination of frat house and shrimp dip (pictured above).
But don’t worry, no mess is too great for me. I tackled this disaster in record time and my kitchen sparkled more than Queen Latifah and Carrie Underwood’s Superbowl outifts combined.
Now I want to join an Intramural team so I can host a potluck!