Whitney. Ohhh, Whitney. I'm not sure how I can describe her to you. Well, besides that she's amazing.
This one time...we talked about becoming energy drinking buddies. She promised that she wouldn't leave me hopped up in a ditch somewhere, but I'm not sure if I can believe her. So, if I don't return in a few days, please send a search party out looking for me.
Until then, enjoy this post and try not to throw up. See? She's amazing.
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You guys, I can't believe I get to finally leave my mark on Alissa's blog. I've waited years for this moment. and by years, I mean like, a couple weeks. She is one of my all-time favorite gals and I'm kinda pissed she's ditching us all for a couple weeks. But she redeemed herself by letting me come visit.
So I just got back from Walmart. Had to get me some meds because as it turns out, I am on my death bed. And I still managed to put down my crackers and sprite to write a blog post. Troo-per. But as I was lying on the bench in good ol' Wally World waiting for the pharmacy to give me my drugs I was laughing at the colorful crowd that runs through that particular store. you know the ones....
And as I lay there shamelessly judging the gems before me, I looked down at my feet. I was wearing furry snowflake slippers. And my sweats, tucked into said snowflake slippers. And my white t-shirt, that was not concealing my purple bra as much as I had thought. And the bun in my hair that had been thrown up earlier today at work. All kinds of dirt in it and what not. It was then, that I realized I probably qualified as one of those people you see at Walmart. I was among friends. I would like to use the excuse that I was horribly sick and was lucky to be out of the house at all, but let's be honest. I rock the slipper/sweats outfit way more than any other clothing combo. And I'm not ashamed. Who wants to come home and put on jeans and high heels when you know all you're going to do is eat a whole pan of macaroni and cheese and watch the Bachelorette...
you all know I'm right.