Dreams Come True in Funny Ways
Growing up, I always said someday I would live in a yellow house with a front porch, a porch swing, and a roof you could climb onto from the windows upstairs. GUESS WHERE I'M LIVING THIS WINTER?!?!??!?! True, it isn't really mine, I'm subletting a room, and we're only on the top floor so I can't use the porch swing, and my room isn't the one with access to the roof - but technically, hey, I made it!
Then, last night, my CFF (the BBF's partner, any a good friend of mine with whom I'm living right now) and I were hanging out in the kitchen talking.
ME: Oh, man, I just want to be Neil Patrick Harris' best friend.
CFF: You are. Between [the BBF] and me, we're Neil Patrick Harris.
ME: That's so true! Yes! I made it!
(The BBF is kind of similar in looks and mannerisms, and the CFF sings like him/a Greek god. So it's kind of true.)
I was just tickled. I like my life right now a lot. And I have an ugly Christmas shrub we decorated last night!