Who We Be

As I mentioned in my previous post, I live with three outstanding ladies in an abode that is sometimes referred to as Primetime (we say “sometimes” because we are trying to maintain a level of humility in the rations of our cool - ness). But let’s be honest. Primetime is not only where the action happens - we arrrrrrre the action. And if you know us or knew us, you probably wouldn’t understand. Because what makes us the action, welp it’s the combination of us. Just think for a moment, about the days as a tot when mixing cereals was all the hype, 100% acceptable, and the most delightful thing to touch your lips (assuming you hadn’t kissed that cutie at recess). Ya, well we’re even better than that. (Insert humility here). Take a peek for yourself.

Roommate # 1: Cruising to us all the way from Northern California, she will do anything spontaneous as long as you give her a couple hours of notice. This does indeed exclude sharing wisdom, tacos, margaritas, smiles, and good reads. These things are always readily available. You should also bring her a can of green beans when you meet her. They are her favorite. She may “like” you after this, but you have to work harder for her to “love” you. Though, that won’t stop her from giving you a hug.

Roommate # 2: Coming to us all the way from Astoria (you may not even know where this is), she will infect you with her contagious laugh, surprise you in the living room at 5AM participating in a P90X session, and test your slope skills by boarding the mountains silly. She is so delightful that she makes you feel as though you met back in the womb.

Roommate # 3: Hailing to us from the distant land of the east side, Issaquah Washington, she will serve you a homemade breakfast and freshly brewed coffee in the shower (if you woke up before she could serve you in bed). And as a lover of paleo, there is never any question regarding the mere five minute gap between when the apple was picked from the tree and when it reached her mouth. The best part about her is that she is my sister and though it’s been 9 years since being under our parents roof, we have found ourselves re - united under a new roof, where the reality of our sisterisms shall be setting in at any moment.

There you have it folks.

Oh wait, did I mention that we all love to cook barefoot? It’s true. We welcome visitors and only charge a bottle of wine per entrance upon witnessing our Primetime show.

Disclaimer: Primetime really evolved because our address contains all prime numbers, something only one roommate noticed. Another roommate thought it was referring to a maternity term, another one didn’t question it, and the last one made an impulse decision to finalize it when the Cable guy was over installing our WiFi and needed a network name.