our lives are just like we saw in that movie, juno.

minus that whole teenage pregnancy thing, of course (nothing confirms that you are truly of adult age like realizing that if you had a baby right now, not only would it no longer raise societal eyebrows, but it would totally fulfill a lifelong dream of your parents).

anyway, this observation is according to m's parents, who saw our (ridiculously AWESOME) guitar hero/rockband pseudo-music studio, a.k.a., our living room. they found it mildly charming that i have picked up the "drums" while mike likes playing "lead guitar", clearly akin to ellen page and michael cera dueting at the end of juno.

...which is definitely 100% true after you give mike a sense of pitch (and hot pants), make me white (and sassy), and sub out any real-life instruments for imitation ones pretty much intended for young adults.

i personally think we're more like the white stripes, except tanner and not at all musical.