Me & Frat Boys

Sunday, Jourdan and I met Paul to have a free breakfast at IKEA. I ate my eggs and bacon but the siren call of cinnamon was quite strong so I got a cinnamon roll too. After breakfast we picked up a few picture frames and left to go home. On the ride home, I started feeling woozy and had an episode in the car, in the front yard and came back around on the couch. I'm grateful that we're going to see the Stephanie doctor on Thursday.

But this has made me think of a new joke: What do I have in common with a frat boy? We both pass out in the front yard!