Last night Ryan threw a surprise pizza party for two at my place. He showed up at my bus stop and then drove us both back to my place, where food was promptly delivered. We turned the TV on while we were eating and an episode of "Keeping Up with the Kardashians" popped onto the screen. Each of us made half-hearted remarks like, "Feel free to change it," and then we settled into watching, criticizing, and enjoying the show.
We spent a few minutes Googling before-and-after photos of various
Kardashian/Jenner family members. Their plastic surgery bills must
rival those of the Jackson family. They are wealthy enough to swim through their money like Scrooge McDuck though, so who am I to question their choices? (And with the ludicrous storylines developed for that show, how have they not filmed Lord Disick backstroking through a pool of gold doubloons yet?)
We also called our Dad last night while we were together. Ryan bestowed the nickname "Little Grampy" upon himself and proceeded to make comments he thought Grampy would have made in his prime, announcing "Little Grampy" after each one. Anyone who knows our grandfather can assume that these were colorful remarks. Grampy has always gotten a lot of mileage out of his own material and it turns out his namesake does as well.
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