Besties On Ice
So I had a lapse in judgement earlier this week and asked my younger sister if we could slumber party it old-school style on Christmas Eve.
Anyway, we’ve had a blast all week but now she’s being a real creep, and I’m starting to regret this decision.
Merry christmas, etc. (if I don’t make it to morning)
Apparently Cracker Barrel closes at 2 pm on Christmas eve.
In this instance, Florida < everywhere else.
(But Publix is open, and Publix = Florida > everywhere else)
You guys! Did you know putt putt golf in Florida has real live baby alligators!!
Florida > everywhere else.
My niece smiles incessantly, laughs at my jokes (jokes to an 18 month old = making silly faces/noises), and as of yesterday, can say my name.
Her stock just skyrocketed.
KEY PARTY - SNL
Matty D’s post about safewords reminded me of one of my favorite SNL sketches…
This is from the Wiki entry for Safeword. Please pay particular attention to the second sentence as there are some interesting cameos.
Razzzzmatazz!
Once upon a time, before we were married and sharing a 2 bedroom apartment in Los Angeles, Brittany and I were sorority sisters in Tallahassee and used to quite frequently dress in theme together.
On this particular balmy summer evening in 2006, we went on a “twins” waltz (having a “Tennessee Waltz” when you turn 21 is an FSU tradition; it’s basically a themed bar crawl) and bought $6 Fubu jersey dresses for the occasion. (The dresses were a hit. I also later spilled that blue drink all over one of our friends, Tom.)
Oh, and the stick I’m caning her with? I stole it from the birthday girl, who was dressed as Little Bo Peep.
Just a little background into the true love that is Boobs Canasty and mine.
