Sometimes I wish my life was a sitcom. I thought this last night as I watched New Girl and wished my friends and I went around saying the hilarious things Schmidt says or that I was starting a tremulous relationship with Nick Miller. I wish my life was a sitcom. And then I realize...it kind of is. Particularly when things like the following conversation happen:
Me: I don't want anyone to say that I wear the pants in my family-I don't want them to think like that of my (fictitious and hypothetical) husband. (((Pause))) But...I don't really want them to think he wears the pants either...
Friend D: Yeah its really best if no one wears pants.
Who needs a sitcom when you have real life?