Jan and I were silently melting into the couch this afternoon after stuffing ourselves with one of my gorgeous pasta with cream sauce recipes when I turned to her and said:

Me: I think I dreamed about my dad and sisters cooking rice last night. It kinda got stuck to the pan.

Jan: Oh my god! Guess who I dreamed about last night!

Me: Your ex-boyfriend?

Jan: No.

Me: The Pope?

Jan: Nope.

Me: Without a clue, there are only about a million more people I can think of.

Jan: Six people. Three boys and three girls.

Me: The Brady Bunch?

Jan: No! I didn’t grow up with the Brady Bunch.

Me: Oh! The gang from Friends!

Jan: I was at this great party with Phoebe, Monica and… that other one and we were looking for cute guys and then reporting back to Ross, Chandler and Joey.

Me: You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?