I can't believe I'm going to post these photos from last night's White Trash Party.In fact, I'm betting most of my friends will likely kill me and never hang out with me again once they realize I'm really sharing these atrocities with the world.
So, my neighbors are throwing a white trash birthday party for a friend of theirs.I've never met this friend, but me, Apes, and our posse are SO attending her party.
It's been pouring rain here for two solid days (thank you Tropical Storm Ida).Last night, Apes called on her way home from work, excited about a sale happening at Tuesday Morning.
My neighbor Pat called last weekend and invited us to Disco Coffee. When pressed for a definition, she replied:"Well, it's amazing coffee, friends and DISCO MUSIC, of course!"Of course.
Letseee...First things first. Apes and I learned, whilst rocking out at the Montgomery Gentry concert last weekend, that Outback Steakhouse is offering a free Blooming Onion and beverage to all veterans and active duty on Wednesday, November 11th (Veteran's Day).
Apes and I at the Montgomery Gentry concert.
Birthday gift from mom and dad.
My friend Christine is amazing.She has a spirit that puts my soul at ease, a cadence to her life that draws people to her.
Oy. Has it been more than a week?!Somewhere in between work, deciding to paint our bedroom in two days (hi cathedral ceilings), planning a kick-ass cabin trip for 20 crazy women over the Halloween weekend, preparing to receive new bedroom furniture, drinking copious amounts of Diet Coke and packing to head to Atlanta (again), the week totally got away from me.
At first glance, these may just LOOK like Diet Coke screw tops, but they aren't.
Oh this one is good, ya'll.Just got off the phone with Apes. She was telling me about the monster softball game she played tonight.
My good pal Mike S just sent me an email...seems he's having trouble commenting on my blog.Anyone else having an issue? Email me at wishfulwriterblog@yahoo.
My morning started off with a forehead burn.I am now a firm believer that if you haven't used a curling iron in more than a year, you should be required to attend safety classes and wear goggles.
Tonight's "good night, we miss you picture" from Apes and the critters.
I'm in Atlanta and running 'round for work.Looks like we're gonna get drenched tomorrow - two inches of rain.
It's that time of year again....Hello, Belvedere Plantation Pumpkin Patch!This year we acted the fool with our friends Karolyn and Lauren.
..Only Apes can have this much fun shopping for groceries...
Just call her Web Slinger, protector of produce.
This morning I hit the mother-load of April weird speak.Weird speak is what I call her language when it isn't quite Aponex (for new readers, Aponex is what we call April's inability to utter a common phrase without jacking it all up).
Two words, spoken at 5 p.m. every day, make me absolutely giddy.I watch the clock as the afternoon progresses, knowing exactly what will happen the moment I say those two words.
Several of you left really touching comments on my last post and for some reason Blogger is holding them captive and won't let me publish.