BSH

The lady in green is Meghan.  She is getting married in 28 days.  I get to be in her wedding in Las Vegas.  She's pretty cool.  The lady in purple is Mo.  We almost share a birthday.  She's pretty cool, too.  The three of us have been friends since high school.  We sat together in Mr. White's Citizenship Issues class where we discovered our mutual weirdness and ability to make cardboard cars.  There, we formed our gang.  The BSH gang.  No, I will not tell you what the letters stand for.  It's a secret.  I'm pretty sure that Mr. White was thrilled when that school year ended.  I really don't remember anything he taught us, but I do remember loving the class because of the fun we had in our little area of the classroom.

On Saturday, we finally got the matching tattoos that we've been talking about getting for many years.  We would have gotten them a long ago except we couldn't decide what to get until Meghan got us matching three-peas-in-a-pod necklaces in May.  We almost immediately decided that the necklaces perfectly represented our friendship and the decision to get peas tattooed on us was made.  Fast forward a few months and off we went to the tattoo parlor where a guy tattooed and put up with us for 3 hours.  We're silly.  We talked like he wasn't there.  I sort of assumed he wasn't listening until he joined the conversation about fat cats with panuses and crazy kids. 

After the tattoos, we proceeded to get ready for Meghan's bachelorette party.  Meghan's fiance, Bryan, and Mo had a heart to heart while Meghan and I curled our hair.  It was pretty freakin' awesome.  The bachelorette party was awesome, too.  Mo and I left early so we could properly care for our children the next morning without being hungover zombies.  After this wonderful day, I am even more excited to spend 5 whole days with these ladies in Vegas.  Actually, Vegas should probably start worrying.