Impossible

So, I was requested by someone to describe "who" the Foo Fighters are - and they very well know the answer to that question already.

Sadly, I don't think I can honor that request because it will take far too long, involve way too many adjectives, praise, and will expose my man crush on the band itself.

Basically, I don't think I could write a response to that because it would never end - I could literally go on about them forever and I'd prefer not to put anyone through that.

Do you remember what happened in Indiana Jones; Raiders of the Lost Ark when they opened the ark? I don't want to kill any of you - melt your faces, crush you, or cause anyone to explode. It's just not how I generally roll.

You don't want to open my Foo Fighters pandora's box. It'd be the end.

On a happy note - our apartment is almost complete. Rob and I went outlet shopping and spend a ton of $$ on new clothes and such, but the most exciting purchase came last night around 8:30 p.m. We were in Target, wondering around, just looking when my eyes lit up and I pointed, speechless. Rob turned, looked, looked back at me and just nodded.

We bout it. We finally have one.

What is it you ask?  Behold...

That's right...a ping pong table. Will our downstairs neighbors hate us? Yumps. Do we care? Nopes.

We now have a constructive way to kill time after work and on weekends.

Who knew they were so hard too build though! 75 screws later, a squished finger, scratched arms, a shit ton of swears said ( I said it to drive the point home), and we have a completed table!

Two college honors graduates only took 2 days to put a ping pong table together.