This week has been an absolute cluster truck and, really, by that I mean that I have been so preoccupied with thoughts of Erin being here and all of the excitement we haven't gotten to share in person yet that I just can't even think straight. Pile on my boss being out of town all week in conjunction with me still just tap dancing with unicorns on cloud nine and I don't really know why I'm even trying to be a blogger this week.

Alas, that bestie of mine came up with this great idea for a spur of the moment link up today and when Erin comes to me with a collaboration idea, there's no turning her down. So, today we're playing a little game of This or That where we choose between a compilation of comparisons. Lezdoit.


Vacationing in Florida or vacationing in NYC: NYC, le duh. Living in Florida your entire life pretty much makes it the very last place you'd ever choose to visit.

iPhone or Droid: iPhone, always and forever. There's no divorcing happening in this relationship between my iPhone and I. We're going strong on 7 years here and it's just beautiful.

NSYNC or Backstreet Boys: I once got to sit front row at an NSYNC show. JC touched my hand somewhere throughout the concert, I went home and washed said hand with a washcloth and proceeded to save the washcloth in a Ziplock bag for years. Safe to say, NSYNC was the best of the boy bands ever. Ever.

Being forced to delete Facebook or being forced to delete Twitter: Facebook, fo sho. I could definitely go without the constant cries for attention that spread through Facebook like wildfire.

Fireball or Miller Lite: As much as I adore my Fireball, and you all know I do, I have to go with Miller Lite. My homeboy Miller doesn't hit me nearly as hard the next day as Fireball does. Sorry I'm not sorry, Miller it's all you.

Full House or Family Matters: Full House all day erryday. If you said Family Matters, I say how rudddde.

Dumbledore or Gandalf: Dumbledore. Because Erin dragged me to Harry Potter world and it was actually pretty cool.

Dying Easter eggs or Carving pumpkins: As much as I loathe carving pumpkins, I have to pick that out of the two simply based on the time of year. Fall wins always, sorryboutcha Bunny.

NFL or NCAAF: NCAAF, yeah boy yeah. F-L-O-R-I-D-A-S-T-A-T-E. That's all that needs to be said here.

A hangover forever or sobriety forever: As much as I would hate it, I'd have to go sobriety forever. I've had some pretty disturbing hangovers and if I had to live with those every single day I'd just hate everything about life forever.

January or July: July. Erin's birthday, the month before my birthday, beach days, pool time. All of the things I love about being a Florida native.

Hannah Montana or Miley Cyrus: BOTH. Come on, it's me. That's like picking between Miller Lite bottles or draft... both are equally awesome and I share a strong love for both. Heart you, Miley/Hannah. LYLAS.

Shark Week or Fashion Week: I hope none of my college professors are reading this... I pick Shark Week. Because, really, it's a shit ton more entertaining. And the drinking games are endless.

Fresh Prince of Bel-Air or Saved by the Bell: Zack Morris + Yoga Pants = Forever.

Britney or Christina: B. Spears. That isn't even a question. Well, unless we're talking Christmas albums because Christina's Christmas Album is pretty much my favorite of life.

Burrito or Burrito Bowl: Ever since this really horrible burrito maker at Chipotle made me a burrito that managed to have two entire bites of nothing but tortilla and sour cream, I went cold turkey and now the only logical choice is bowl.

Reading blogs on your phone or reading blogs on your computer: Reading blogs on my phone is my actual definition of misery. I really, really hate reading blogs on my phone. So, yeah, let's go with computer.

Angelina or Jennifer: Jennifer, Jennifer, allllllll of the Jennifer. The woman is perfect. That is all.

Doug Funny or The Rugrats: I'm a sucker for a good romantic story so this one goes to Doug Funny and his main lady Patty Mayo. Hopeless romantic, isle 1.

An open mouth chewer or a heavy breather: Oh good god, these are both huge pet peeves for me. I guess if I had to go with one, I'd go with the heavy breather. Because that's what pillows and socks are for... right?


Woof. Now to figure out what to do with myself for the next 9 hours while I await my bestie and her new man. My heart is so full and she's not even on Florida soil yet!