So, last night I went the the parental units' abode to mooch off of their leftover food, and then I went to class and I'll be darned if I didn't miss the season premiere of one of my favorite shows: How I Met Your Mother.
I have gone months without seeing any new Barney Stinson and I can't take it anymore. Luckily I did not miss the meeting of the mother (just the usual hinting that it was close, which it never really is.)
Missed Season Premiere poem:
Class is one great event.
Family dinner is another.
But I don't prefer either
During How I Met Your Mother.
