These two lovely ladies visited me in stupid Kentucky this past weekend. (Megan, we missed you!) Though we each have a camera phone, and Phil and I own at least two decent cameras, not one photo was taken to prove their visit. Since I usually like to attach some sort of photo with each post, I dug this gem up - a New Year's photo from 2004ish. Ever since moving to Kentucky I've been feeling so lucky to have friends that have been in my life for over ten years. And have actually been feeling kindof sappy since they went home to New York on Sunday. I'm sure this is a combination of our spending an entire weekend reminiscing over our awesome friendship and the timing of monthly "female issues". Today I am so emotional that I'm about 1.5 (12 point, double spaced) pages into the screenplay of my life. With so many memories of my adolescence buzzing around the ole' noggin I'm finding it difficult to organize a real story line. But you can be sure I will incorporate these beautiful friendships into my screenplay, inbetween stories of my actually wearing a headgear to school in the 4th grade.

A neighbor, who happens to read this blog often, sent me a very awesome photo circa 1919 (pre-Prohibition) with us in mind. Mainly because he knows we are quite fond of gin & tonics on the boat, and who on earth would follow such a no-drinking rule anyways? I hardly had time to reply with a comment on how georgous these women must be on the INSIDE before my Kiwi interjected with "WOW, talk about a barrel of fugly!!! those woman would scare anyone "INTO" drinkin!!"

My grandpa used the say that he caught hummingbirds with his bare hands when he was a boy in Puerto Rico. In a similar fashion he would play with little lizards, and use them as earings.