3.8.09

The return of Harper

Trix is very happy. She and Ted spend weekends going to Ikea and eating pie in bed and they even have a cookie ritual. I bet when she and Ted tell these stories in person, they finish each other's sentences and break into synchronized laughter at the particularly charming moments. If they were any sweeter I'd be vomiting tiny marshmallows all over my keyboard.

I'm sorry, I'm being hateful. I really am very happy for her. She's one of my most favorite people in the world and she deserves to be with a guy who understands the importance of dessert, particularly for breakfast. But I do sort of miss the stories of her stuffing underwear in her purse and staggering home in the morning from somewhere she shouldn't have been.

I am a terrible blogger. I have abandoned my responsibilities and left it to Trix to entertain the masses. And look what happened-- stories of kittens and babies and sunshine and pppttthhh. So I have returned to bring you tales of poor judgement, alcohol abuse, and, yes, missing underwear.

Kisses,
Harper


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6 comments:

Mr London Street said...

Are you both the same person? You know, like in Fight Club.

harper & beatrix said...

Wow, that's deep. We are, in fact, two different people. I only know that for sure because we wear different shoe sizes.

DSS said...

brilliant! i've only been a follower with beatrix blogging. can't wait to get to know you as well :)

harper & beatrix said...

harper,

if you're puking marshmallows, maybe you should make rice krispy treats.

love alway,
~beatrix

Mae December said...

as long as there's balance, man.

SonnyVsDan said...

so stop keeping us waiting!!