On Monday night my good friend Hannah came over to my place and graciously made me dinner. You guys. Anyone who wants to come over to my house and make me dinner is welcome to stay for as long as they want, no questions asked. I would let the Queen of Colors into my house if it said it was there to make me dinner. And this is even though I know for a fact that the Queen of Colors has never made dinner for anyone who has lived to tell the tale.

Salmonella poisoning, usually.

Hannah stayed for a bit and we were happy to catch up, having not seen one another for several weeks. And then I, in a very gentlemanly manner, walked her out. Well, I was only half a gentleman. Because I only walked her to the front door of my building and not to her car.

You guys! WHAT IF THERE WAS SOMEONE DANGEROUS OUT THERE WAITING TO HURT US?!

On the way out, and upon seeing a shiny banister running down a flight of stairs, I commented that I've never really tried to slide down a banister. You know, like they do in the movies.

I attempted this and mostly it was a disaster. But not nearly the disaster that it was when Hannah tried.


Come on over Hannah! Make me dinner, walk yourself out to your car, and almost kill yourself on the banister while I laugh and video your blunder to be shared with the whole world. Next time, please bring cheesecake.

~It Just Gets Stranger