So Heather came over tonight. We painted our nails and organized our sticker books. Then we busted out the 40s. Round two pictured here.
All Lisa Frank dreams aside, this picture was taken in 1996. It’s unflattering. We both had to use drastic mezures to hook up in those days. Hence the plastic knives. But that’s in the past, yo. And let the past be the past. Although that’s hard to do when one finds the PHOTO BOX. That’s right, we’re going to be taking a little trip trap through the misty watercolor memories in the corners of our minds.
I have to go take Lambchop’s bra out of the freezer. We havin’ a sleepova.