So I had this whole post written out about how stupid today was and how I was mad and annoyed at life and would do anything to go home and crawl into bed to watch Arrested Development and feel bad about myself.
Then I reached into my bag to get my medication... and I found a plate.
A plate.
What was the plate doing in my bag?
Then I rememered leaving my bag on a table while I walked around the bar and socialized last night. I saw Casey putting things in my bag from across the room, but I thought he just took my phone and did something weird to it. Nope. He put a plate in there. I also found a fork. That's my middle name. Fork.
And then I started laughing hysterically. And I re-read the post I had originally wrote and thought "You're RIDICULOUS." And then the sun came out. {No joke!} And then I went to return the plate to my bag, and found a box... and it was from Anthropologie, and it was the skirt that I thought I had misplaced or had been stolen from me! And then, my leg (which has been hurting since DiBello KICKED IT last night) felt better. And THEN... well, you get the point.
What a plate day!
Get it? {Because "plate" rhymes with "great"! Funny!}
P.s. this is what I turned the plate into:
Me and Casey are bFFL. And that is our Friend Ship.
P.s. this is what I turned the plate into:
