This morning, at a quarter to 9, I hadn't showered, or brushed my teeth, or hair, hadn't washed my face, wearing nasty clothes, and the doorbell rings. It's fed-ex with a package. I open it and it's a dozen pink tulips (my favorite) with this note. "I know you won't have long to enjoy these but I wanted to say what a wonderful time I had being with you last week. I would wait a lifetime to be with you forever. With love, Wes." What can one say to that? I mean, really?
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Wowser. It's about freaking time someone doted over you, that's what I have to say about that. Now, you listen to me, don't you worry about what comes next... you are off to Russia, that's what comes next! I'm sitting here in underwear and a t-shirt - hair messed up and teeth unbrushed too. Woo-hoo, we are such glamour girls!
Can I join the glamour girl club too? I'm really good at it on the weekends! Except...uh...what's the initiation ritual?
The initiation ritual - Stacia, don't you think it should be something simple - like doing all of the above on a weekDAY and eating raw brownie batter by the spoonful. We're open to new members aren't we?
I totally agree Camille. The more members the more fun the sleepovers. And then none of us have to feel bad about how crappy we look!
You want me to eat raw brownie batter? RIGHT ON!!!! WOOOOOO! Can I not brush my teeth afterward? Because that'd totally rock. Ya know, to be talking to ya'll with brownie bits stuck in my teeth? Yeah?
Love it!!! That's the way we like to do it Beth! :o)
Alright, brownie fun for everyone this weekend. Mix the brownie mix in your PJ's, grab a giant glass of milk, and eat. Must be accompanied by much laughing and talking, and it has to be all about how stupid boys are.
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