September 18, 2013

The Mindy Project - The Project of My Life

My name is Marilyn and I'm obsessed with the Mindy Project.  And half-priced fajitas.
Tuesday is officially the new weekend.  For me at least.  Since I can't drink on the weekends, it's all about food and entertainment now.
That makes Tuesday the Ferrari of all the days of the week now.
Allow me to explain.  It's simply really.  It's called the Mindy Project and it is officially my favorite show of all time.  It's cute.  It's clever.  It's absolutely hilarious.  The characters don't take 16 seasons to make out, and they aren't all 30 year old super models pretending to be 16.  And it makes me giggle.  Basically it's everything I could ever ask for in a show.
And I'm just going to go on record as saying that Mindy and Casey are the best couple in all of TV history.  Forget Carol and Mike Brady.  Poo poo on Miss Scarlett  and Rhett Butler.  Mindy and Casey are where it's at.  "I thought this was going to be a fling, based on your body type alone."  Those are the romantic words of our generation, people.
Sometimes I find my face hurting after the 30+/- minutes of hilarity because I've been smiling the entire time.  Not just because it's funny.  It also warms the soul.  And I say 30+/- minutes because sometimes I spontaneously pause it here and there just to make it last longer.  It gets me that much closer to the next Tuesday.
And as far as the food goes, Grant and I have been eating half-priced fajitas at my favorite restaurant of all time every Tuesday for a couple of months now.  Without me taking Bud Light drafts to the dome, our entire meal is just $13 each week.  We eat at 6pm to avoid the crowds and the food is perfect 100% of the time. 
Something about having a guaranteed Mexican feast every Tuesday just makes the weeks so much more glorious.  You've already gotten through Monday.  You get a dank meal on Tuesday plus the obvious delight of watching the Mindy Project.  Next thing you know it's hump day and that stupid camel is making you laugh.  Then it's Thursday, which is basically just Friday wearing a marginally more productive coat.  Then bam!  It's Friday, you have already mentally checked out, and your weekend is well on its way.  Who knew a simple half priced meal could change your life like that?!
This goes down in our relationship history as the best tradition we've ever created.  Topping even the one-time tradition of going to Hooters on Christmas Day.
Who needs weekends!?  I've got Tuesdays, y'all!

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