Today I'm posting over my friend Emily's blog - Hope Squared. E-Ho ( née E-Wadd), is pretty much my favourite lady friend (and I use the term "lady" loosely...you'll see why). Then Emily married one of my favourite dude friends and there was an explosion of awesomeness - and only partially because they got married in Cuba and invited us to come. Since I don't get to see Emily and Steve (and their cat Basil) all that often, I love, love, LOVE, that I can stalk them via her blog. Trust me, you want to stalk them too. Her cat wears a bow tie. What else do you need to know?
This morning when I saw my guest post on E-Ho's blog, I got a little teary eyed when I saw her refer to me as the "mom she wants to be." Then I read that she wasn't going to post any embarrassing pictures of us from our younger years. Too bad I'm not as nice.
|There was a point in our lives where there were only two places you would find Emily & I - on the dance floor or guzzling wine at the veggie & dip table.|
|I guarantee you that Emily is grabbing my boob in this picture.|
|No, this picture was not taken in the '70s. It was taken before we had digital cameras. That's right - this picture was taken, printed and SCANNED. That's how old we are.|
|This is what most pictures of Emily and I look like. Unfocused, too close, and with a random dude in there (well, random-ish - we know this guy). It might have something to do with the wine we're always guzzling at the veggie and dip table.|