A Lesson on Blondie

The phrase "I couldn't make this crap up!" does not even begin to describe what it's like to spend an evening with my friend, Blondie.

Case in point, Blondie, Irish, Irish's dad, and I went to a Red Sox game at Fenway tonight. And while many eventful things happened there, like Irish getting beer spilled on her by a drunk guy during Jason Bay's homerun and then the drunk guy denying it despite him being the only one around with a beer in his hand, that's not what made the night memorable.

No, by far, the memorable part of the evening was the conversation on the ride home that started with the sentence, "Sometimes I think I have Situational Tourette's."

I don't think I could recreate the next half hour of madness that ensued after Blondie said that. And honestly, I don't think I'd want to try.

But what I can say is that if I hadn't already lost all my baby weight, I surely would have after that car ride, because I burned about a million calories and got rock hard abs from laughing so incredibly hard at her.

It's the new Blondie catchphrase.