Friday Fun

I spent waaaaaaaaaay too much time last night on says-it.com. There was laundry to be done, presents to be wrapped, pictures to be ordered, and a house to be cleaned--but none of these tasks could supercede the importance of the following:

Rohypnol just never gets old.

Happy Friday to you! Any big plans for the weekend?

Happy Birthday, Tan!

Today is the birthday of one of my best good friends, Tanya. (The above picture is one I stole from Facebook of Tanya at a Britney Spears concert. Tanya LOVES Britney, and I don't even think it's in an ironic way.)

Tanya's smart and dry and kind of a bitch (but in a good way). She's hilarious and loyal and honest. I love me some Tanya, and I have ever since we became friends in the eighth grade. Together we have broken into houses, harrassed Jehovah's Witnesses, stalked neighbors, laughed, cried, yelled, skiied (with a sexy instructor named Chad), white water rafted (with an even sexier instructor named Chad), taken lots of pictures of instructors named Chad, bitched, ate, drank, painted (our apartment featured FIVE different colors from the Disney Princess line), stolen lawn ornaments and taken them on nationwide tours, and grown old.

Tanya also has a special Taco Bell sixth sense; her intuition will get you to the nearest Taco Bell every time. And it has taken the two of us to Taco Bell too many times.

This sign also makes me laugh because when Tan and I were in high school, we stole the marquee letters from a local insurance company (the owner was friends with her parents) and made the sign say

EBOLA HAPPENS

GET LIFE INSURANCE

And that one was real!

Happy birthday Tanya. Many of my fondest memories involve you. I'm happy that we're growing old together, and I'm happy that you hit each scary number a few months before I do. It dulls the pain.