The rumors are true. (click here). BFB drove 10 hours to spend two glorious days with us. It is also entirely true that within an hour of her arrival, we had dropped $150 at Target and were on our way to Hooter's. (Some things NEVER change!)
Saturday was full of indulging our Visa check cards as we visited Sherwin-Williams to stock up and take advantage of BFB's discount (I am now set to paint the WHOLE house--any volunteers?) then off to the outlets. Not just ANY outlet store, but THE OUTLET STORE. That's right, I'm talking about the Pottery Barn Outlet. BFB died and went to heaven, but that did not stop her from picking her dead carcass off the ground and CLIMBING IN THE 70% OFF CLEARANCE BIN!! Afterwards I swear she needed a cigarette and a decent night's rest. I'd say we were pretty successful. (Would our husbands agree? that's a different story all together!)--But lets focus on the important stuff, shall we?:
We are hot.
We have beautiful children.
BFB has NO Shame.
And our girls admire one another
as much as we do.
We were frequently asked if we were sisters, and one guy even asked if we were Canadian. Why? * UM, COULD IT BE THAT WE ACT LIKE FOREIGNERS IN A STRANGE COUNTRY?!
*don't worry, this is just who we are when we're together. ask her about the earthquake or the harlot with a backsliding ass!
Now THAT's good stuff.