I threw up in your sink...you never knew that?!

My mother and I were talking about how she used to play Barbies with me and my sisters when we were really little. My mother used to play this ditsy Barbie whose name was Whitney, and her trademark move was that she would sit down in a chair and get stuck in it. This KILLED my sisters and I. I remember laughing so hard EVERY time she did it. Like it never got old. I also had half a brain back then. I would laugh at a brick wall. 

So during this conversation, I asked my mom what I would do when we played Barbies, as I forgot because I was soooo young. This is how she responded:

"You just stripped them. You loved taking their clothes off. Lucy and Sally would love changing their clothes all the time, but you just stripped the Barbies."

and then:

"And you would try and cut their hair off. Like all of it."

I can just see myself now. "Mom, these Barbies don't look like GI Joes. Where are the goddamned scissors!?!? We need to straighten these girls out, they have way too much time on their hands, what, with going to the beach all the time and going shopping. They need to learn some moral fiber Mom. JUS SAYIN." 

I guess this is about the same time I cut my own hair. I aimlessly cut it and then asked my mom if it was okay if I cut it. She said no, then I was all like...Oh. Then she saw the chunk of hair I had in my hand. JOKE'S ON YOU MOM, I ALREADY CUT IT!

I swear, it's the effect that the Barbies have on you as a young girl. I totally blame them. It's like, "Stop smiling at me, you dumb blonde."

Sally threw a surprise party for Franklin last weekend, and there was one problem: She bought way too much alcohol. Of course, this really isn't a problem at all. 

So they were cleaning up after everyone left, and there was about six bottles of wine left, and a full 30 rack and a half of bud light. As my dad was putting all of this by the door for Sally to take, I would tell him what any 23 year old alcohol loving girl would say. 

"Dad, just put that up in my room."

"Actually...put it under my pillow with the rest."

And then when he would walk the opposite way, I would correct him and say "Dad, my room is that way...where are you going?"

Oh well. This is what happens when you leave your "To Do" list just laying around anywhere:

Haha, mom is such a good sport. 

Song: The Civil Wars "Poison & Wine"

Cheers,

Jenny