Wickity, Wickity, Wickity, WACK!

It's been awhile. Yes, I know this. But it's been a crazy past few weeks. Full of work, drinks, laughter, fun in the sun, friends, and crazy, crazy shenanigans.

But as I am writing this I am sitting on my couch (finally), with no sound (finally), no clients griping and moaning (finally), no phones ringing (finally), no knocks at the door, no cat meowing.

I am alone.

All is quiet.

And I am ashamed.

And a little embarrassed.

Scratch that, a lot embarrassed at the way I have just jumped ship and bailed. But I'm back.

And ladies, if walls could talk, I'd be in deep.......well, you know what.

Words can't even describe the past few weeks I've had, the friendships I've made, and the laughter that has ensued and amount of wine that has been consumed. If cameras were set up to record my life lately I'd end up on Rock of Love, a Dateline Special, Wipe Out and So You Think You Can Dance. But let's keep it real and keep that just between us.

So I'll quit talking and let the pictures speak for themselves. No worries. I've spared you and your innocent eyes from the debauchery. And from my friends killing me if they saw some of the pictures I could have posted.

I have missed you Bleaders.....about as much as I miss that king size Hershey's bar I just ate in one bite. Don't judge, eat up.

I put on some cowboy boots for the first time to go see Roger Creager. Momentous occasion indeed. I was roping and riding and feeling like Dolly Parton on crack. Except my hair wasn't quite that big...but I'm working on it.

I've been out on the town with my best friend, Shaven pretty much everyday and every night. We are like white on rice. She has been my level head and kept me sane the past few months...couldn't live without her. I mean, I could live without the blisters on my feet from wearing torture chamber heels so much. Because if my heels could talk they would be screaming "eff you!." Excuse the potty mouth, I speak the truth.

And when the two of us do go out, let me just say that we go ALLLL out. For instance maybe going with a group of gay boys to a gay strip club. Yeah, don't judge. They loved us. I could have made out with all of them. With tongue. But it's not the way I roll.

And we have spent every weekend day with fun in the sun at the lake. I'm as dark as dark chocolate....except for my butt, it's like a moonbeam. I love it.

And these girls have made my nights worthwhile and my abs harden from laughing so hard. We have taken dancing and laying on the couch to a new level. Enough said about this group.

These girls are like fine wine....full bodied. Good legs. Intense oral pleasure. Ok, definitely not the last part, but I couldn't help myself.

I ♥ them....as much as I love oreo's and twinkies.

To say partner in crime would be a crime. We just get each other, we are cool like that.

Ahhh, life is great at the moment. I hope all of yours is too! I can't wait to catch up with everyone! I ♥ you all!!!!