The other night as we're laying down to go to sleep, I give Jared a back rub because I'm nice like that. Then, he says:
"Thank you for being a friend."
Me: "Traveled down that road and back agaaaiiin."
"You're such a Golden Girl. You would be the slutty one. Blanche."
Me: "Blanche Devereaux? Can you name all of their names?"
"I know all of their real names. Rue McClanahan, Betty White, Estelle Getty and Bea Arthur."
Me: "You are so gay. Okay, what about their names on the show? Other than Blanche."
"Let's see, Blanche, Dorothy, uh... the one that talked about St. Olaf.."
Me: "Rose! But what was the old lady's name?"
Hmm.. Jared scares me sometimes. But then again, his mother and sister love that show. Maybe that's it. I hope.