So, y’all remember how pretty @EdgeOf30 and @malenkysaru are, right? Apparently, according to my intern, I’m a total hot magnet. Clearly, this COMPLETELY disproves the notion of opposites attracting. COMPLETELY.
But it’s true, I have superidiculoattractive life mates. They’re just all so… pretty.
I can’t explain it. It’s a phenomenon.
AND I LOVE IT.
Of course, it’s annoying to sometimes be the least attractive hot girl in the photo, but I’m sure my rack’s bigger than everyone else’s, so we’re still ok.
WHEW. That’s always a close one.
To ensure I was still alive, despite the recent medical absurdities, my lovely California bestie Libby came to share the holiday of the giving of thanks with us, for which I am extremely thankful.
And since the nice photos of the two of us are hidden elsewhere on her camera, my mother’s camera, somewhere in the bowels of my cell phone memory and out, unknown, in the ether, I offer proof of life in the form of these fabulously ridiculous photos of the Libster, as taken by yours truly, when we went out tonight to paint the town red.
Somewhere I wouldn’t get a headache, have to drive far, listen to loud music or flashy lights — ok, so I’m kind of a handful. REGARDLESS, the lovely Libby has had patience with my old-lady-like nature and need for sensory deprivation. Which means we completely indulged ourselves at a very nice restaurant despite the wonderful live jazz whose bass line crept up my spine and planted itself in my hippocampus.
You know, despite that.
So, my dearest Libby, thank you for a wonderful evening and for allowing me to post these FABULOUS photographs.
More Libby ’til Monday!