Blame Erin

Can we talk about how Amanda Bynes and Lindsay Lohan feel in the morning? Honestly. I wake up some mornings, like this morning for instance, and I just can't even imagine how the two of them even manage to move. All I did last night is drink beer and play a few rounds of darts, yet I've got myself a first class ticket on the struggle bus. DAFUQ?

Also, I'm having the hardest time focusing because all I can think about is that MY ERIN will be here in just 2 short days. TWO!!!!! Once again it just doesn't even feel real, except this time I get to hug the bajesus out of her and jump like a manic because she already knows I'm a psychopath (and she embraces it, awww.).

What are we doing during her extended stay here? Well, I can tell you one thing we aren't doing. Drinking alcohol. Nope, not us. There will be no Fireball, Chardonnay, Blue Moon, or Miller Lite consumed through the duration of her 5 days in Florida.

JAY KAY

Let's remember who we're talking about here.


Things I can't help but wonder about this trip:

How many times will we be referred to as sisters?

How many times will we wake up before 11am?

How many things will we not be able to blog about?

How many times will I have to refill the Brita pitcher?

How many days will we end up at the pool in my complex?

How many Bagel Bites will we consume?

Will I actually be able to coax Erin into going to my neighborhood dive bar?

Will Erin actually make a post about our time together this time?


And so this wraps up probably one of the most pointless posts I've written in a hot minute. Blame Erin, it's all her fault.

Maybe a little bit of the beer from last night too?

Focker out.