The best thing ever

There are numerous things that I have termed to be "the best thing ever."  Firth thing ooff the top of my head would have to be Erica's 30th Birthday cake.  Even now, a week after the fact, I wanted to move into that cake and spend my life eating my way out.  Then there's Zumba w/ Susan.  Zumba on it's own isn't the best thing ever, but Zumba with Susan...well now that's something to write home about.  And then there are scrubs, scrubs not only save me from my closet at least three times a week but they're pajamas that count as work attire!

Tonight though I think I may have found truly THE BEST THING EVER.  Watching "Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami" with Wes. 

It's trash and I know it's trash but it's trash that I just can't look away from. With the assistance of a beer or two I can sometimes convince Wes not to abandon the couch at the first note of the LMFAO theme song.  It seems a silly thing to plot for and all is calm for the first few minutes, then....THEN....Scott Disick shows up:

"Oh God."

"Oh no.  No, no, no, no, no."

"MY EYES!!!  NO!!  I can't watch this!!"

"I mean...he's wearing a blue sweater around his neck with a lime green shirt.  COME ON."

....

"Oh...that poor bastard...he just brought all of this down on himself and now he doesn't know what to do."

.....

"oh oh oh....look at her faaaaaaaaace!"

I'm trying SO DAMN HARD to describe the attitude that's being thrown at me from the other side of the couch right now and I just seriously don't have the words.  It's this perfect blend between disdain, annoyance, intrigue and disbelief.

This might be THE BEST THING EVER.