Cutest Car Service, Ever.

Nikki O'Connor. You are our hero. Can't wait for you to be irresponsible with us tomorrow! Love you.

A Perfect Storm for Shenanigans

Everything happens for a reason, right?  At least that's what I always tell myself.  So here's what happened... Last weekend, Mister, Mini, and myself were supposed to head to the beach with his family for a long weekend and to celebrate Father's Day.  Instead, Mini got a little sick and Mister got in a HUGE fight with his Pops and we decided not to go.  (Side note-Mister works with his Mom and Dad.  NIGHTMARE, IMO).  Anyway, we stay home and celebrate a lovely, drama-free Father's Day.  On Monday, Mister said that perhaps he would take Mini to the beach at the end of the week.  I, however, could not go because I had scheduled all of my meetings I thought I would be missing at the beginning of the week for the end. Needless to say, I was feeling a wee bit bitter at Pops.  A few days later, one of my besties from college announces that she wants to come visit this weekend because she is having trouble at home.  Our third college musketeer, Tini, decides to come down and voila-we have a legit girls night out.  Just us old college roommates/sorority sisters/besties.  Which hasn't happened since Britney and Justin we wearing matching denim evening wear.  (Seriously, remember how awkward/awesome they were?!)

Tini had a crazy idea about staying in and cooking so we could get crunk without consequence.  To which I was all...

So what does this mean?  SHENANIGANS!!!!  Dinner reservations and cocktails (many, many cocktails!) and getting dolled up!  Thank GOD things happened the way they did!  Mister and Mini left for the beach this morning, I have a happy hour date for tonight with my long lost buddy, Ali McLegsforDays (so excited!) and tomorrow night with my girls will be all...

With less flannel and more fabulous, obviously.

AS IF,
SD

Silver Linings...

Hello sparklers.  What a month it's been so far!  I think I mentioned in my last (drug assisted) post that I was in a car accident a few weeks ago.  Thankfully I was by myself and came away from it relatively uninjured.  But I was a little (LOT) shaken up and feeling more than a little PTS about the whole thing. Luckily I have the MOST amazing compartmentalizing ability.  Seriously, my brain is a regular self storage unit for the things I pack away, never to be thought of again!  Anyway, I am just now starting to drive like a normal person again (and not like a 95 year old blind woman).  And guess what?  They declared my car a "total loss".  Which means....

Mama is gettin' a new ride!!!!

Don't get me wrong, I actually loved my old car.  It served me well and was perfect for me and my little family.  But I am pretty psyched about the fancy new car we bought last night.  I'm like a little kid on Christmas eve, waiting to pick it up.  Especially since the rental I've been driving for two weeks is the biggest P.O.S. I've ever seen and I'm embarrassed to be seen in it.  Mini hates it because it doesn't play her music.  Which recently has been "Call Me Maybe" (I know, go ahead and judge.  I deserve it) and a renewed love of Beyonce (which of course I co-sign).  But now when we get in the car in the mornings, I hear nothing but local radio chatter and inane commercials, which make me want to run straight into ANOTHER pole, head on.  Even Mini is grumpy by the time we get to school.

So tomorrow I pick up my new fancy car and expect I'll be a very sophisticated, fancy lady from now on.  I'll be blaring obscene Prince (and yes, annoying Carly Rae Jepsen for Mini and B for both of us), but I'll still be super fancy while doing so.  :)

Get Me Bodied....
SD

PS-Summer hours are my JAM.  I love working at a school.

PPS-Watching that video has me really craving a sparkly dress type night out.  Ladies (you know who you are!)-I'm lookin' at you...  

My Brain Is Rotting

This post is going to be short and sweet and not at all sparkly.  I was in a car accident a few days ago, which resulted in a tiny shoulder injury.  No worries, I'm totally fine, just in pain.  I actually think I would rather be in labor than feel the kind of pain I had the past few days.  I'm not telling you sparklers this for sympathy.  But to explain the true tragedy of the accident.  I'm home by myself, and maybe it's the muscle relaxers, but I have watched almost 4 hours of a Real Housewives show, which I have never watched before.  I can't look away.  I CANNOT LOOK AWAY.  My shoulder will heal, but I don't think I can ever recover from watching the crazy, mouth vomit of Kelly from RHNYC.  

KOO KOO.

I might OD on muscle relaxers just to get away from this.  (not really, so don't send Candy Finnegan).

CRAZY,

SD