"Girl, you can have a Coke."

Tonight I tried to take multi-tasking to a whole new level: plucking my eyebrows while brushing my teeth.

It was tricky, but I had moderate (read: mild) success!

You all should try it sometime. It's rather . . . exhilarating.

"Eat up, little one. You need your strength." -- Jessica

Jennifer: "I don't know why I'm so hungry all of the time."
Cari: "Maybe you're going through a growth spurt."
Jennifer: "Where? Out? "
Cari: "Maybe you're getting a butt!"

"We're not really BFFs, you know? We're just Fs."

It's no secret that I somehow manage to give myself second degree burns almost every time I use the oven. I wasn't always this way, but things have gone downhill since living in an apartment.

Yesterday, Heather gave me an oven mitt as a "Happy January!" gift. And she made me find her a bag and tissue paper to wrap it in before she gave it to me. But I didn't have any tissue paper, so I gave her some stylish floral napkins instead.

It was a good time.