We are quite the trio at 2627; as is documented by our twin-like images (read: victoria secret models) taped on the refrigerator.
We often times have meals together and tonight it was prefaced with -- Katie: "Now girls, cell phones away during dinner."
Every time my roommates go out, I am guaranteed a midnight (ahem, 2 a.m...) attack in which my door creaks open slowly and is then followed by a blur of blonde and brown hair flinging themselves onto my bed, all the while screaming "saaaaaammmmmiiiiiiiii!!"
Needless to say, I hit the roommate jackpot.
BUT ... there is always a but ...
My dearly beloved roommate Christy Anne Solberg decided to start a new tradition for the ladies that reside here and it is: a heart shaped glass bowl (innocent enough), CONSTANTLY FILLED WITH M&Ms.
You walk by once, grab one ... go back in your room. Come back in the kitchen for a glass of water, and ... grab one or two more. Next thing you know, your hand is scrounging in an empty bowl and your tongue is stained red -- it's valentine's day almost, the candies are mostly pink and red.
Katie and I have politely asked Christy to cease this awful (read: wonderful) habit, and it was upon our insistence that she opened her cupboard and revealed an entirely unopened bag still waiting to dump its contents as soon as the nearing-empty bowl truly was M&M-less.
It was then and only then that Christy made us this promise, and for that, we are eternally grateful. And by "we" I mean our thighs.
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