Friends

The hubby and I can't make it through a day without quoting a movie or a TV show.

Seriously can't. We've tried.

Why?

Dunno.

Maybe we have (correction: had) too much time on our hands.

If we freed up the space this random dialogue is taking in each of our brains, world domination would be ours. ('Cause world domination is a way better goal than, say, earning a PhD in astrophysics. Naturally).

Now, of the random movie/TV dialogue that's in each of our heads, I'm guessing perhaps 40% of it comes from Friends.

Fun, yet sad fact: when we moved down to Dallas more than eight years ago, bright-eyed and unemployed with our college diplomas fresh in our hands, we survived on about 50 cents a day, and the joy of watching all 10 seasons of Friends to keep us entertained on a daily basis, until we were both gainfully employed (don't worry, it didn't take long).

So tonight was a special night, because we officially shared that TV joy with Baby Girl--by way of one of several hilarious Thanksgiving episodes that aired throughout the run of the show.

"Monica, the place looks so niiiiiice. Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Rachel, no you weren't supposed to put beef in the trifle. It did. not. taste. good."

"What's not to like. Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Beef? Gooooood."

She dug it:

At least she dug the eight minutes or so we shared with her before bath time.

I'm going to stay in my delusional land and pretend that she won't someday mock Friends the way we mock some of our parents' shows that came before our time.

And then the world will always be a happy place.