Can’t talk long, we’re going out to a restaurant later!
As new parents it’ll be one of the few times we’ve been out just the two of us since our 18 month old was born. Yep, that’s the only reason…
I hope my wife doesn’t make me try and bribe the Maître De like Chandler and Monica.
Much like him I’m exceptionally awkward when it comes to informal financial transactions. I just don’t get all the social rules in place, it’s much too complex.
I think this may be why everyone thinks I’m tight.
“The One With the Archaic Washing Line Agreement”
The holidays are continuing and Phoebe’s got Joey a drum set! At least it’ll stop him spending half an hour in the toilet.
What with the drumming, long toilet breaks, (and closet alcoholism) it seems I’m now most similar to Joey!
I hope this doesn’t mean someone’s secretly trying to steal my roommate from me. (My roommate being: my wife).
That’s what’s happening with Joey, as Phoebe’s desperate to get Rachel to move back in with her. Don’t these people have any other friends? Or even a partner to shack up with? Perhaps Phoebe would be better off trying to persuade the man who keeps the pigeons on the roof to leave his wife for her?
Unlike Phoebe, Ross can be forgiven for not having time to make new mates, as he’s finally spending a bit more time with his son. It’s pretty sad that this is the first holiday season they’re spending together… Maybe Ross isn’t the real reason here for all the lack of contact? It’s no secret Carol and Susan aren’t the biggest fans of his.
Sorry, I shouldn’t gossip about my friends like this.
It’s nice Ross has a bit of time to spend with Ben. A chance to teach him about Hanukkah™.
Unfortunately, this boiled down to dressing up as “The Holiday Armadillo” as no other costumes were left. (Probably for the best they didn’t have an orthodox Jewish Rabbi costume given the shows history with racial politics.)
I say unfortunately, but it was actually hilarious. What was weird though is there actually seemed to be some Christmas™ magic going on. The second my daughter saw the Holiday Armadillo she shouted “Ho, Ho, Ho”. HOW DID SHE KNOW?!?
As you can imagine, when Chandler then showed up dressed as the big man himself (Santa) her and Ben lost their shit! It’s a shame I’ve spent three weeks trying to explain to her that Christmas is over…
They weren’t the only ones excited. Monica was a little TOO into Chandler dressed as Santa if you ask me. Imagine him, rolling round on top of you, with his belly like a bowl full of jelly. Stinking of whiskey and reindeer poop. No thank you.
Hang on, what’s all this, why has Joey come in dressed as Superman?
Is this really happening? Or am I dreaming this?! Did I have one too many Baileys over the holiday season?!?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Things with the house move are picking up. Our buyer’s come back with all those detailed questions where I have no idea what the answer is.
The weirdest thing they picked up on is, despite fully owning our house and the land it’s on, we’re subject to some agreement made in the 80’s that includes a very very strict rule.
Under NO circumstances are we allowed to hang washing up outside.
I have no idea of the reason of this. Are they worried it’d confuse birds? Did Thatcher think it was indecent for people to have their knickers on display? Is it all some conspiracy involving Big Laundromat??
I must confess we obviously completely forgot about this the second we moved in. And I’d say there’s a good, ooh, two weeks of English summer a year we’ve been drying our clothes outside?
God, I hope we don’t get a visit from the laundry police.
As new parents it’ll be one of the few times we’ve been out just the two of us since our 18 month old was born. Yep, that’s the only reason…
I hope my wife doesn’t make me try and bribe the Maître De like Chandler and Monica.
Much like him I’m exceptionally awkward when it comes to informal financial transactions. I just don’t get all the social rules in place, it’s much too complex.
I think this may be why everyone thinks I’m tight.
“The One With the Archaic Washing Line Agreement”
The holidays are continuing and Phoebe’s got Joey a drum set! At least it’ll stop him spending half an hour in the toilet.
What with the drumming, long toilet breaks, (and closet alcoholism) it seems I’m now most similar to Joey!
I hope this doesn’t mean someone’s secretly trying to steal my roommate from me. (My roommate being: my wife).
That’s what’s happening with Joey, as Phoebe’s desperate to get Rachel to move back in with her. Don’t these people have any other friends? Or even a partner to shack up with? Perhaps Phoebe would be better off trying to persuade the man who keeps the pigeons on the roof to leave his wife for her?
Unlike Phoebe, Ross can be forgiven for not having time to make new mates, as he’s finally spending a bit more time with his son. It’s pretty sad that this is the first holiday season they’re spending together… Maybe Ross isn’t the real reason here for all the lack of contact? It’s no secret Carol and Susan aren’t the biggest fans of his.
Sorry, I shouldn’t gossip about my friends like this.
It’s nice Ross has a bit of time to spend with Ben. A chance to teach him about Hanukkah™.
Unfortunately, this boiled down to dressing up as “The Holiday Armadillo” as no other costumes were left. (Probably for the best they didn’t have an orthodox Jewish Rabbi costume given the shows history with racial politics.)
I say unfortunately, but it was actually hilarious. What was weird though is there actually seemed to be some Christmas™ magic going on. The second my daughter saw the Holiday Armadillo she shouted “Ho, Ho, Ho”. HOW DID SHE KNOW?!?
As you can imagine, when Chandler then showed up dressed as the big man himself (Santa) her and Ben lost their shit! It’s a shame I’ve spent three weeks trying to explain to her that Christmas is over…
They weren’t the only ones excited. Monica was a little TOO into Chandler dressed as Santa if you ask me. Imagine him, rolling round on top of you, with his belly like a bowl full of jelly. Stinking of whiskey and reindeer poop. No thank you.
Hang on, what’s all this, why has Joey come in dressed as Superman?
Is this really happening? Or am I dreaming this?! Did I have one too many Baileys over the holiday season?!?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Things with the house move are picking up. Our buyer’s come back with all those detailed questions where I have no idea what the answer is.
The weirdest thing they picked up on is, despite fully owning our house and the land it’s on, we’re subject to some agreement made in the 80’s that includes a very very strict rule.
Under NO circumstances are we allowed to hang washing up outside.
I have no idea of the reason of this. Are they worried it’d confuse birds? Did Thatcher think it was indecent for people to have their knickers on display? Is it all some conspiracy involving Big Laundromat??
I must confess we obviously completely forgot about this the second we moved in. And I’d say there’s a good, ooh, two weeks of English summer a year we’ve been drying our clothes outside?
God, I hope we don’t get a visit from the laundry police.
