What I should be doing right now is unpacking boxes and rearranging dishes in the kitchen so that they all fit. But I’m not. Instead, yesterday I drove to Tyrone, GA to hang out with Niki. She’s one of my bestest friends ever. She’s a riot. We have so much fun together. It’s probably against the law, the fun we have. Anyway, last night we went out to a place called Partners Pizza and ate the most sinful, clog your arteries just looking at it pizza. It’s called a potato pizza, but it’s pizza crust slathered with sour cream and then topped with potato, cheese and bacon bits and maybe chives. So. Good. So. Wrong.
We stayed up watching movies, giggling, reminiscing, and decided what we would do for our photoshoot this evening. We have this tradition of getting dolled up and then taking insane amounts of pictures together. Tonight will be no exception. Actually, the only difference is this time we’ll be drunk picture taking. I’m just hoping that we don’t spill anything on the cameras. My camera is my baby.
Here’s a picture Niki took last night to tide you over until the drunken picture taking takes place tonight.
That would be Halo the cat above me and the dog is Diesel. Diesel thinks he’s my boyfriend. Niki thinks I look at him like "he’s the other white meat." Good thing for Diesel I don’t eat dog.
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