Amy’s here and we’re still in our pj’s, reading blogs and probably having the same conversations that you have with your friends about mine.
“So glad my life’s not a train wreck.”
And “How did she get 30 comments when all she wrote was that her cereal was soggy?”
My kids are in school and hers are running around halfway dressed and spinning off the walls from all the sugar cereal they found at Aunt Susan’s house.
Which I tell Amy that I bought especially for them.
Because we NEVER have sugar cereal at our house.
We only do almond milk and raw walnut and steel oat cereal with a little hummus thrown in for good measure around here.
I’d show you pictures, but I wouldn’t you to feel inferior with my superior photography skilz.
Would this be a good time to mention that I’m operating on 3 hours of sleep and I’m a little punchy?
We stayed up half the night talking about important things like why the guy working at Sephora wore his eye makeup better than we do. And this was after having spent four hours with LaVidaCoffeegal eating sushi that may or may not have contained mayo.
I was so proud of her.
She ate it anyway.
But not without first making a face.
And after dinner, we once again went to Caribou where she once again ordered the skinny vanilla latte, and I must be hanging out with her way too much because I ordered the same. Now if I could just get up at the crack of dawn and run, Forrest, run like she does, I’d be set.
I would insert a picture of the three of us at Caribou, but the random stranger we asked to take the picture with Moses was beside herself holding an iPhone that her hand wasn’t steady and the shots were blurry (and my stomach was showing under my clingy top).
Instead, I’ll insert a picture of Amy getting a makeover at Sephora.
And Amy and Kellie at the restaurant (before she realized there was mayo).
Have a nice day.