short – got side-tracked

Chris has a happy hour after work. And that’s absolutely fine – I have happy hours once in awhile, and I’m in some sense glad that he sometimes does stuff without me. But being alone on a Friday evening (just early evening granted) can be depressing. So, I melt some chocolate, eat it up, and watch absolutely god-awful chick flicks. It just seems like the right thing to do.

Wait, does Knocked Up count as a chick flick? Well, the one I watched before this definitely was, anyway. Maybe I just have a different idea of chick flick.