You might ask how I could leave this cutiefaced little bunny boo.
And by cutiefaced little bunny boo of course I mean manly-boy future athlete.
And I will tell you: with great difficulty. With approaching sadness as my departure nears. With full confidence in Nick.
Also, with fabulous platform heels! Cute clothing! A full tank of gas and a credit card! And one of my dearest friends!
And, critically, Alice - pointed in the direction of New Jersey, land of tax-free clothing and shoes, to visit another of our bestest closest BFF4evr kind of friends!
OK, that got super dorky.
But ROAD TRIP!!!
Mama takes her boobies to New Jersey all by themselves! Mama drinks wine and shops with friends and has no curfew and sleeps as late as she wants!
For TWO WHOLE DAYS.
Exclamation points x 73 gajillion!
Shopping with these two is how I wound up with the fantastic green shoes. Also these tarty (maybe sort of prostitutey) boots. And a number of others.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (continues in maniacal, madwoman-in-the-attic, look-out-Mr. Rochester fashion)!
No sleep til Brooklyn!
Happy Easter, happy day of the Risen Lord, happy Cadbury eggs, happy weekend to you!