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November 12, 2005
Help me ...
You all know how much I love my friend Kara. Truly. B. understands that Kara and I are a package deal; you get one of us, you get the both of us and no, we won't have a pillow fight and videotape it for your (or anyone elses) amusement. Although if you want to imagine that, fine by us. Any strange men in Kara's life must realize this, too. Although I'm sure all the strange men in Kara's life have probably already noticed our rather unhealthy codependency. What can I say? We're girls. That's what girls do.
Today, these girls have been doing something different. These girls have realized that one of the girls has undergone massive changes in her life over recent months and needs to do some housekeeping, as it were. The other girl also has an unhealthy fixation with organizing other peoples' crap. Not her own crap, which is strewn about her house willy-nill. Basically, she's nosey, and concerned about the nagging dust-related cough that might possibly do her in.
So, these girls, at my insistance, are cleaning.
Sweet Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?
I'm currently imprisioned by a retaining wall constructed entirely of bottles of body lotion.
If Kara puts the blue contacts in one more time, I'm going to have to undergo treatment for night terrors because my God, they turn her into Snakelady.
And if she sprays one more bottle of God-awful musky perfume, we'll be cleaning up vomit. From both of us. Does perfume go bad? Apparently, the answer is yes.
It also causes delirium, so anyone who wants to see us take off our shirts and have a pillow fight best hurry up and get over here, because we're just delirious enough to do it!
So many empty shot glasses, and not a drop to drink. Unless she's got a bottle of hooch stashed under her bed that I haven't found yet. But if I do, it'll definitely be a naked pillowfight. We're gonna be a couple of dust-intoxicated drunken nude pillow cagefighters.
Posted by Robin at November 12, 2005 06:06 PM
Comments
too bad we didn't find that lab coat...
Posted by: kara at November 12, 2005 08:24 PM
If the perfume's gone bad, drink that. ;)
Posted by: beege at November 12, 2005 09:50 PM
Any chance you could make it out to bfe and clean out my crap? I'll be waiting on the front porch with a case of rolling rock and some coyote skins if you come today!
Mike actually bought a backhoe last weekend. I'm sure he'd be happy to fire that thing up if need be.
Posted by: PKB at November 13, 2005 08:38 AM
I'll come out, Lisa, but only if I get to play the game where we try to open beer cans with the backhoe.
Posted by: Poppy at November 13, 2005 09:46 AM
Snort! How I loves me up some 'King of the Hill'-style backhoe abuse.
Posted by: beege at November 13, 2005 11:03 AM
Yeah, we were all laughing at the Wrestling Club Chicken and Beer Dance last night, after I said I hadn't seen Mike since he got that dang thing....Someone said, "Awww leave the man alone, he's "Backhoe Happy."
I guess there's worse kinds of "hoe" happy.
Posted by: PKB at November 13, 2005 11:24 AM
Lisa, when I saw "Wrestling Club Chicken and Beer Dance", I was all, "What?? Did Kara and I make reference to wrestling over the bucket of chicken she hides in her shirt?" Which would be an example of happy "hoes", I suppose.
Posted by: Poppy at November 13, 2005 11:36 AM
I'm a fan of cleaning others crap too. I need me one of those unhealthy relationships like you have. Its great!
Posted by: mindy at November 14, 2005 10:08 AM
