|Shan and me, breaking hearts|
I met her over a year ago at a conference where her personality blew me away. She is hella fun to talk to and has a personality the size of jumbo-tron at half-time. We didn't really become BF's until Spring of this year when I wrote an article for the paper about how she got lost while hiking in Snow Canyon. Good times. I got to know her really well during these interviews, and now we are tight like...tight things. Shan always jokes that if I ever need another story, she'll be the first to knock over a liquor store for me.
Anyways, one of the layers of our friendship is the the clothes swap. Over the summer, Shan has been inheriting the clothes that don't fit me anymore (I don't mean to make Shan sound fat, in fact she's on a weight loss journey too, and is 1-2 sizes behind me. Funny that it took me 3-4 years to drop the 60 lbs, and it barely took Shan a year. I'm not bitter, I swear. So you see, she gets my clothes when I grow outta them.) And return for clothes Shan introduces me to mild-to-sharply famous people (kinda like cheddar) and once she bought me a SLAP watch.
From this you may learn two things:
|Spike hearts me.|
2. She is about to inherit a skirt that I love almost as much as my pet Chihuahua/terrier, Spike.
Seriously. I imagine the hand-off going like this...
|Lost inches, gained a SLAP watch.|
|The Weezer inspired skirt|
[Oh, Shan. I cannot tell how I loathe to lose this skirt. Take care of it. Treat it like a member of
PS. The scale has significantly read 158 all week. I heart that.
Spoiler Alert for my next post: BIG FOOT captured on film during a 5K. Tune in.
Also, will I be able to do a cleanse?
My friend B.C. thinks "no". Something about how I couldn't even get through Atlas Shrugged, so automatically that means I won't read the cleanse book he loaned me. We'll see, B.C. We'll see.
(It better be shorter than Atlas Shrugged and it would help if there was a cameo of Chelsea Handler and a midget. Just saying.)