08.16.09
Laura and I have been best of friends for years – interrupted by a space of time when we lost touch, but we picked up right where we left off.
The best thing about US is that we can be ridiculous together, and we each push the envelope just a little bit futher…and further…to see which one will give. It’s usually a toss up.
So, because we have nothing better to do (yes, t’was a joke), it was my brilliant idea for us to blog together. We think we’re funny, and if nothing better comes out of it than us laughing, then our work here is done.
If anyone else chooses to read our banter, great! If not, well, we wouldn’t know the difference.
So in order to consolidate my life a little bit, I’ve taken posts from my personal blog and added them in as some “starter posts” but I’m convinced that our best work is still to come.
So check back & keep laughing.
Your Comrades,
Amber & Laura
08.15.09
Okay, I was always picking on my friends. They must have kind of liked it because they’re still my friends! But they got their revenge.
There was this boy that I had a crush on, though I didn’t really know him. You know how it is, if he’s cute you love him? Anyway, in light of my social anxiety disorder, I had my friend call him because I was a big chicken–and it was one of those things that we were pretending that I was oblivious to her phone call to him. He asked if he could see a picture–you know, to make sure I wasn’t a freak of nature.
So I told Michelle & Nicki to leave me at my Grandma’s house and they could go drop off the picture at his house, but they convinced me to go with them and they would just park on the side of the house. Well, we pulled up and I was still nervous about being seen (because that would have looked desperate), so they told me just to lay down in the backseat and they’d cover me up with clothes (my backseat was full of them.)
So I layed on the floor of the car, all covered up, and they took off to his front door to give him a picture. Then I hear them giggling, coming back to the car.
The door flings open. I am laying under a pile of clothes on my car floor in a sort of fetal position, and HE is standing there staring at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the entire world.
And I certainly was.