I rarely do two posts in one day, but this couldn’t wait.  Prepare yourself:

So, I hear that my roommate is home and go into her bedroom to say hello while she flat irons her hair.  We are, in hair aspects, the perfect roommates.

Anyway, we’re talking about our monthly bills for the townhouse and the following conversation occurs:

Katie: “So, exactly how does our cable bill work?”

Me: “Well, it gets emailed to me and I pay it and then you give me half of it.”

Katie: “No, I mean do we get billed a flat rate or is it for how many minutes we watch tv every month?”

Me: (Incredulous stare.)

Eric, Katie’s boyfriend: (Incredulous stare.)

Me: “Are you serious?”

Eric: “Katie, it is flat billed.”

Me: “I am so going to blog this right now.  I’m gonna call it “My roommate… coming at you Live This Thursday Night.”

Katie: “Well, you shouldn’t because it isn’t Thursday.”

Me: (Incredulous stare.)

Eric: (Incredulous stare.)

Me: “Katie, it is definitely Thursday.”

Katie: “Nope, it’s Wednesday.”

Eric: “She’s right Katie… it really is Thursday.”

Me: “Look at your calendar.  It’s Thursday.”

Katie: (Embarrassed expression.)  And then, “Well, that’s debatable.”

And just now, from the hallway, this is the conversation that is being yelled:

Eric: “Katie, I’m hungry.”

Katie: “Don’t care.”

Eric: “I’m going to go get a snack.”

Katie: “If you eat my last Jello cup, you’re gonna die.”

Three minutes later.

Eric: “Mmm, that was some good Jello.”

Katie: “You go buy me some more Jello right now or we’re over!”

Obviously, I need to clue Katie into the fact that the one thing that has kept Imaginary Boyfriend and me together for so long is the fact that I willingly let him have the Jello, even if it is the last in the fridge.  Unless it is the orange kind, ’cause that’s my favorite.