Yesterday I was emailing with J about the embarrassing fact that I had Smurf-themed bedding and curtains in my room until I was 16 years old. I didn't want it in there that long*! It's just that my mom has a problem getting rid of something that is "perfectly good", so, I had the mortifying experience of making out with a boy while all of the Smurfs watched on in horror**.
In any case, little did I know this would not be the last Smurf-talk of the day.
When I got home, I saw THIS in our mailbox
Either way, yesterday was very...Smurferrific.
*That's what she said. When I was really young I did live and breathe The Smurfs. I freaking loved those blue bastards. I got up at about 6am on Saturdays to watch the hours of Smurf cartoons all with just about the same plot: Smurfs are happy, Gargamel interferes, Smurfs foil Gargamel, Smurfs sing and dance. That Smurfy-shine did wear off when I became a pre-teen and noticed boys and live-action movies...
**Actually, their faces were always frozen in smiles of Smurfy-glee. Like, "Yay! Leslie's gettin' some!"