i don't get it - is there a gender confusion deal afoot that i'm not aware of? and no i'm not talking about me - i already know i got it and i got it bad my man.

in fact, true story, 5 minutes ago my husband called and said he was meeting his boyfriend for lunch at "olive garden" and should he bring anything home. fucking OLIVE GARDEN. i hung up the phone.

with a few minutes cooldown now i'm pretty sure it was a joke - but "TV funny" you know like 30 Rock funny, which is just short of actual funny. last time i ate The OG was 1999 and i wasn't on any solid food for a few days. Soup and crackers and stuff like that.