Life Abroad

I have some hilarious friends, funny is a major factor for me in the whole friend-choosing process. My most successful find was my flatmate from uni, Nicky, there's no one who I have a bigger connection with when it comes to the sense of humor thing than her. We've both just made eachother laugh so hard we cried, over whatsapp. I'm lying on the couch shrieking and laughing my head off,  the deckhand comes through to check I'm okay and sees mascara smudged all over my eyes and tears rolling down my face. Shame. He looked so concerned. I assured him I was fine and that my friend was just being hilarious and I was laughing. He officially thinks I am the weirdest human on the planet.

Nicky is the best, she's the bomb diggidy dog and I miss her. Nicky and I lived so happily together in our little house. We even had pets together. We had some goldfish aaaaand we had two fluffy little baby bunnies, although this is a very touchy subject and we vowed never to speak of them or what became of them. They kind of, disappeared. That's as much as I'm saying. We like to think that they're somewhere NICE having FUN

 

Something sparked the dreaded bunny conversation and it went like this:

"Cary: Shame I hope they're having fun hopping around the woods and eating carrots and bopping field mice on the head. I bet they're SO happy!

Nicky: Ha ha ha ha I know! And they've joined a happy bunny clan in the strawberries by Blue Jays coffee shop

Cary: And I hear they're the chairmen of the Dandelion Society. Such fun for them!"

We're in denial. We prefer it that way.