My friend Catherine and I have joked before about why we're friends in the first place. We disagree 99% of the time on which celebrities we think are hot. She hates my one of my favorite sports (baseball). I make fun of her music (Kenny Rogers Christmas CD??) and she makes fun of mine ("I don't get it. Is he singing about doing his laundry??" - In reference to Geek in the Pink by Jason Mraz). She hates white wine (snob). She loves running and I think marathons are for crazy people on a suicide mission. She recently let her subscription to In Style magazine lapse and I refer to this publication as the Bible. You get the point. Here's why I love her so... We had a conversation while I was home about how much I am wanting a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. And when I say I am wanting one, I mean I have seriously got the fever. So, when we got together for dinner a few nights later, she brought me a little pressie.
A little plush doggie in a handbag! And the bag is "Chuicy" brand (hee hee, like "Juicy"...get it?). It's to keep me company and tide me over till I get the real deal. She's such a peach!
We really aren't that shiny - that's a wicked flash!