Ben, Jess and I took the tour, and then wrote out a couple postcards. And by a couple I mean everyone and my mom will be receiving one.
After finishing our literary works of art in postcard form, we tried to extended-borrow the cool tasting glasses. Those employees are right on top of their shhht though, and foiled our plans.
Psshh, whatevs.
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Last Thursday, I finally went to Oak with Sista Branners and her roommates. They've been asking me for weeks. So I made an appearance and we danced and danced and all was right in the world. And I even got some stunning, vivid yellow sunglasses. I will be sporting them to tailgate at a Brewer's game I suppose.
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Went to the Dustin Lynch concert a few days back with a couple of friends. Concert was good. Girls at the concert were horrid. It's taking a solid chunk of self-control (of which I have limited amounts to be using up so early in the day) to not go all mean girl on their lumpy buns. Great concert though!
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It was Ben's turn to make dinner last night. He slapped some chicken boobs in the frying pan and wandered away...but that's not the point....
Paris & Nicole beg like dogs sometimes, so Ben shared some of his dinner. But P&N went into fancy pants mode and didn't want chicken fat off the floor. That's when I heard Ben reprimanding the cats: "Eat your chicken! There are starving kittens in China!!"
It was immediately following this outburst that he requested banana bread...because 'he likes banana bread and when he was little, that's what he always thought his wife would do for him. So I should be a good housewife and do that because I love him, riiiiight?' Based on what I know about housewives from the media, they don't work, drink wine, and are desperate.
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In unrelated news, I have the day off today. I'm rigorously investigating the pros/cons of wearing pants.
And Google-ing how to make banana bread.
xoxo, b
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