Something Borrowed

Kevin (MM's boyfriend) invited us to watch his sisters softball game last night, so for the first time in 3 years, I was headed to the ball field. I am an adult, really I am, so I knew to use the bathroom at home before we left, I KNEW THIS, I failed myself. The bathroom at the ball field....not a good place. That's all I'm saying. It's too gross to even relive it to type it so you can share in my horror.

Mary Margaret and Kevin have made it to the one month mark! She got her first Dozen Roses last night.



Tim doesn't do flowers, at my request, so we have no vases. Here's where the borrowed comes into the picture. I knew Dianne had a vase, so I called her up and begged for the vase. She was pretty easy to crack! I think she wanted to show off her new hair do and her eyebrows! Dianne never gets her eyebrows done!
Taylor, Dianne, & Mary Margaret. Dianne's ROCKIN the new do....don't ya think?

Mary Margaret and her roses.


You just thought this would be goodbye...

You know there's always something to laugh at...

We leave Dianne's house, which is just one driveway over from our house, I immediately smell something, just a little bit. Then it gets worse. Can't breath kind of bad. I ask the girls which one of the has the kick butt gas. Neither of the admit. Normally if they have that kind of gas, whoever is guilty is laughing so hard they can't see straight. No one was laughing. We were all gaging. Rolled the window down, smell didn't go away. Roll the windows back up, breathing was non existent. Get out at our house and smell is still following us. Get in the house..oh my word...its bad.

I bend over to take off my shoes.

Found the reason for the smell.

Had to put my shoes outside.

Dude...its how we roll!