My girlfriends have been all up in my chach, my greatest supporters of le blog (it could actually be because they are often times featured in it, and want to stay on my good side, but I think it is because they think I am pretty and funny and love me more than they love wine). I was thinking about writing all week, but once a year, we have our really important people from the world come visit us, and I have to work super hard, (I mean, not like I only work once a year, but I suppose, I work kind of harder that one time a year. Ish. Yearish).
However, because we hole up in a room for 15 hours a day then eat and drink for another 5 work essentially around the clock during this week, I have not had too many funny things happen. I mean, there was my dress being too tight yesterday and having to get unzipped, but that is just embarrassing and I would not want to write about it. There is also the time that I said to my big BIG boss, in front of these global smarties, we are “black” when I meant “back” and he was like “Whoa, we are not black.” And i was like “Yea we are.” There was also that one drunk conversation with these international experts, legit, experts, about my tattoos. Here is a snapshot of my week, Legit (this is honestly from when I stepped away for like 2 hours). If I acknowledged you this week, then you are wow.
And yes, again, everyone has names in my phone. If you are in there as like “Kevin” I don’t like you, just understand it. Every group has names, some of them are like “DON”T ANSWER THESE ASSHOLES” cuz, ya know.
So, my gentle reminders that things were still pretty a-ok.
Remember, when I was making pasta last weekend for everyone, and after a few too many bottles glasses of wine, I thought this was funny. FUNNY RIGHT?!!?!
There are only certain people who can call you slore, but when they do, you own that shit.
My phone broke and I have no idea how. It isn’t because I dropped it in water then threw it at a wall when I lost a client at work. I am not positive.
However, when it broke, it would randomly text, message, email, FB respond, etc etc people. And that was not annoying or embarrassing at all. See.
and then the fix, that was not actually a fix……
As a side note, if anyone knows how to work an iphone, more than my “I can turn it on most of the time.” I will pay a hefty fee for you to make this new one work.
Listen, we like tacos. It is FACT. But “taco night” isn’t about tacos. It is about being together, and being friends, and being outside, and having moments as your “framily” because that is the shit that rules. And after a week like this one, when you have missed SO much, you just need taco night. So, there were about a million messages about taco night. A small sampling of the best.
Stay tuned for what I am sure will be an eventful taco night. To call the 01945 FD or not? Next week, the minis and I pop down south for what I am sure will be a complete and total shit show and a miracle if we all make it back legit flawlessly executed vacay. To blog or not to blog. Dumb question, have you seen the three of us together?????!!!!!