Last weekend I got engaged to my favorite person ever, and while I have been playing it extremely cool (“oh yeah, that happened.”), on the inside I’m more like…
So, in an effort to spread the excitement and smiles I present the next Nacho Friday addition: When Harry Met Nacho.
***deep sobbing noises****
A week or so ago, my horoscope (more specifically Suzanne Miller) told me that I was going to get engaged. She was wrong, but I think she just meant to warn me that this was coming. And that’s fine. I feel perfectly content living vicariously through arguably my favorite TV character of all time. TV doesn’t make me cry all that often. You must hear that all the time from crazy nacho-loving women, but I really do mean it. Moments like this though (and Jim and Pam’s wedding on The Office) are just too much for this pair of ovaries.
And naturally Adam Scott/Ben is irresistibly F-able in that suit. God help me. I die.
For The Wynne 