Love in the time of cold and flu.
“Boys-are-gross Night” perhaps makes more sense if you know that shouting the celebratory phrase “Boy’s Night!” (which is actually properly spelled “Boyz Nite”) whenever there are males in the house is a sort of running joke between my two roommates and I. We think it is hilarious. We’ve even written a song called “Boyz Nite” for our imaginary R&B group (“Mbracyr”) (except there is supposed to be an umlaut over the M but that is apparently untypeable) in which each line could easily rhyme with the next, but it emphatically doesn’t. We also think this is hilarious.
Another running joke in our house is the Christmas Whale.