I understand Fluffy McTutu when she writes things like this

I have a sharp pain down my right quad - IT band massage sounds good.

And I had to laugh when another soon to be roommate said to me last night, “There’s something else you should know about me.”

I caustically set down my wine glass, zippered up my vertebrae, flexed my stomach muscles to shield myself for the blow and exhaled, “Shoot. I can take it.”

“I’m addicted to the Golden Girls.”

Scoff. “You’re kidding right? That must mean I’m Blanch.”

“No. Seriously. I have the whole box set.”

“I can see it now when I come home and someone asks where R. is, oh she’s upstairs watching the Golden Girls.”

“It won’t be the first time.”

“What if we ended up like that.”

“Eh. It wouldn’t be so bad. Look at our 20’s”

“They’ve been a blast.”

Enter sitcom theme song

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.