Friday night my besties Liz and Stefanie came over to my apartment for a grown-up slumber party. Not sure what a grown-up slumber consists of? Well, allow me to elaborate:
Bachelorette veils and sashes were bedazzled ...
A trip to the sketchiest convenience store of all time was made. See exhibit A, B and C for reference:
Queen Helene Mud Mask was adorned by all for a truly frightening site ...
|Again, I'm single because why?|
|Here's the closest I'll ever come to wearing a veil.|
In the afternoon, I went to the neph's first soccer game and it should come as no surprise to any of you that he was the MVP. Would you expect anything less from my Reesey pants? Our little David Beckham in the making:
Saturday night Sierra and I enjoyed some melt in your mouth & expand your thighs Chuy's Mexican Food for dinner:
And we sipped on some Sangria and Mexican Martinis. Unfamiliar with the Mexi Martini? By all means, let me to introduce you to some more Texas greatness:
We came home at least one pant size bigger each, so we changed into sweats and delved into some DVR'd Datelines. We were highly disturbed to learn of this panty snatching Canadian Air Force Colonel:
I was hiding with knives in the dark that one time.
Sunday afternoon Sierra left me to drive back to Houston, but I'll get to see her pretty face soon at Thanksgiving. Next weekend the only thing I plan on doing is packing for my impending move, which happens in t minus 20 days. Have I mentioned how much I hate packing/moving? Least. favorite. thing. ever. Anyone want to come pack for me? I'll pay you in e.l.f. goodies. Plleeeassseeee!