I'll have the lobster, please. With peas. 2003-11-29 - 2:08 p.m.
The wee sister and I were discussing Friends last night. Likely this was because they showed a rerun of the very first episode, which caused us to realize that the show is indeed about Rachel, and/or the finding of Rachel's lobster (Ross! not Joey!).
(Find your lobster = "Find your soulmate, Homer." In case you were wondering.)
We began to wonder if we have lobsters. My sister thinks she has a lobster, but that he has his own lobster. As for me, I don't know if I have a lobster or not.
But the ocean is full of lobsters, correct? And surely one can find a Red Lobster, even if one is far away from an ocean, right? Don't they even serve lobster-stuffed crabcakes at Long John Silver's? How does one know where to find one's own particular lobster?
Now, if you would please excuse me, there is a miniscule orange and white cat asleep on the bed over there, and I am going to go find some applicable football on the TV, if there is any. Not that the two have anything to do with each other. But that's okay.
Do lobsters like cats and football?
Hmmm.
Okay, I'm leaving now before I hurt myself. Happy Saturday! :)