I ran off a couple of weekends ago. Just to see this awesome possum:
Ignore my crazy face. And my gimpy-looking arm. And whatever weirdness is going on with my hair. We’re here to talk about my darling friend.
I could gush for a really long time about how much I love this girl. For a really long time. However since you have a life I’ll try to keep it short. But it’s gonna be hard…
Jess is absolutely one of the most overwhelmingly fun people I have ever met. Seriously. Just her presence is fun. And she laughs like she’s about to split a rib about everything. (we’re going to act like “split a rib” is an actual saying, mmmkay?) Jess is super fabulous, and her house smells SO good. As in, makes me want to eat the walls good. She’s a natural caregiver, always has been. Even in high school she was always the one who had Tylenol and band-aids. I think that’s why she went into nursing. It just fit. Anyway, if you ever get the chance to spend some time with her, DO IT. Oh, and her name is actually Jessica. But I can’t remember the last time I called her that.
I drove in on Friday night that weekend. Got there a lot later than I expected. Which is terrible for us because we be like ole’ ladies going to bed at 9:00 and stuff. Also me + driving + nighttime = super worried husband. He called while I was on the phone trying to get directions to her house. Like 5 times. Now let me ask you a question. Which is more important: getting directions so I can actually arrive safely to my destination or answering my husband’s phone calling assuring him that in the future I would make it to my destination? I think the directions. Who’s with me?
So pretty much we went to bed that night. In her house that smelled delish.
And the next morning we went to Kroger. Like old ladies. We needed milk, OKAY? We watched a grocery cart on a war path (hit at least two cars) and I’m pretty sure the employees were shocked to see Jess in shorts and flip-flops. She’s an AZ girl too. We just can’t help it.
Now I have to confess that I did something stupid. I knew we were getting pedicures. KNEW it. Yet I wore closed toes shoes. Boots to be exact. Idiot self. So after enjoying heaven in a chair, I had a problem. The cute little asian lady looked very disappointed in me. And quite firmly told me there would no boot-wearing with my pretty new toes (hot pink!) So I did it. And no one noticed me until I was halfway through Target. I wore those foam flip-flops they give you at the salon. IN PUBLIC! dun dun DUNNNN!!!
Seriously though, I almost made it the whole way through. Until this five-year old boy spotted my feet. And then went into shock. His eyes got as big as saucers and his mouth fell open. Did you notice my new fashion statements were bright yellow?
Legitimate flip-flops and a couple of boxes of
sneak into the movies candy later, we made it out of Target. But not before we got blocked in by the buggy guy. I thought Jess was going to jump outta that car and drop-kick the guy into next week. Now let’s take a poll. How many of you, have EVER been blocked in by the buggy guy? Is this a normal occurrence? I’ve never had it happen. Until now.
We had soup, salad, bread sticks and shrimp at the olive garden. Then we snuggled into the nearest movie theater for a late afternoon showing of The Vow. I only cried a smidge. 🙂 Quick dash into Bath & Body Works, and we were home. Where I took a nap while Jess cooked. Ugh, did I mention I’m an old lady??? I had a hard day. This was my version of parytin’ like a rockstar. And rockstars need sleep too.
Miss Sharon if you’re reading this, you’ve taught your daughter well. Mexicans can’t make better tacos. They were fabulous. And healthy, with spinach instead of lettuce. OH! Did I mention homemade salsa? Let me do so now: home.made. salsa. Get it?
I headed home the next day, but not without a little reading material:
It’s super hard to read and drive at the same time.
I kid! I kid! But ever since I got home I haven’t been able to put it down. Darcy, Elizabeth, Pemberley! As a matter of fact, go buy this book right now. Go!