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
6 comments:
Are you both the same person? You know, like in Fight Club.
Wow, that's deep. We are, in fact, two different people. I only know that for sure because we wear different shoe sizes.
brilliant! i've only been a follower with beatrix blogging. can't wait to get to know you as well :)
harper,
if you're puking marshmallows, maybe you should make rice krispy treats.
love alway,
~beatrix
as long as there's balance, man.
so stop keeping us waiting!!
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