So Here Goes...

A Brief History:

I (Michael) met Alina in Saint Louis while she was interviewing for a job with Urban Outfitter where I was serving time as Housewares Department Manager. Each manager has to choose a Team Leader position, and my initial choice was Alina. Upon unloading the truck prior to the store opening, two girls hauled 40 lbs. boxes from the basement to the floor, not to be confused with "the windows to the walls," one of those girls was Alina and I knew then that I made a wise decision.

Fast forward to Alina being promoted, under my careful and sage-like guidance, to the Manager-In-Training (MIT) position and eventually leaving the Midwest pit that is the STL and heading back to Cali where she received her degree. I, however, remained for a time and then returned to Peoria, IL, where I achieved my degree and grew up and, hopefully, will be moving away from soon. That said, specifics aside, this is the brief history of Alina and Michael's friendship, pardon my third person slip just now.

Anyway, over the course of the friendship we realized we are both somewhat humorous, at least to our parents, siblings and at least one friend, and we are both opinionated, which we have no problem showcasing to everyone. We decided to start our joint blog in hopes of people reading it, liking it, telling their friends and then, to borrow from "Wayne's World 2," that friend would tell two friends, then they'd tell two friends and they'd tell two friends, etc., until eventually those next two friends were writers who thought we were funny and eventually Alina and I would be able to write for Saturday Night Live and help the show return to its former glory.
This, of course, is a delusion of grandeur, but people can dream can't they?

And that's it. We hope you like what we have to say.

P.S. Alina is Polish and a girl I love-to-death and I have an inside joke about a place called "Pink Polish," obviously a nail salon, but the girl, who will remain nameless, thought it was "Polish" with the long "o" sound, as if it were a place that featured citizens of Poland with a slightly pinkish hue, apparently. I'm not 100% on this, though.
Regardless, "your face is Polish" is fun and the name of our joint effort, thanks.