So last week I was thrilled to meet some of my favorite bloggy peeps and hug their necks. It was a very big deal and a very good time.
This weekend I beyond excited to meet two more of my favorite bloggy peeps. Again, a very big deal and a very good time. Y'all are jealous. I know, right? Of course I hugged their necks, too.
Heather of This is The Day... and her sister, Michelle (a brand new blogger--go read Tales from the Lunchroom), left the comforts of Ohio for my little Virginian mountain town. I now have blogger proof that (a) I live in a very rural town, (b) in the middle of nowhere, and (c) there is not much here outside of tobacco, cattle, mountains, a bit of fast food, and really absurd street signs. Both Michelle and Heather now know why I am the way I am. I hope.
These sisters arrived bearing gifts...and clearly they speak my love language because these gals presented me with a basket of native-Ohioan food. (Is that a word? Ohioan? Just roll with it, y'all.) Why yes, thank you--we are big fans of food in this house. Y'all are in, now. IN!
Of course about five seconds after the girls arrived to my house, we were eating and drinking and laughing and carrying on like thirteen year olds. I expected nothing less from these two and was not disappointed. I love people who get me. And these two get me. Thankfully.
My daughters were of the opinion that Heather and Michelle came to be their personal playmates. And play they did! There's little more special than friends who take time to meet your children on their level...my girls fell in love with the Ohio gals, and I have to give both Michelle and Heather a big shout-out for being so good with my daughters. Both Caroline and Libbey are now asking, "When are they coming back to visit?" Awwww.
(Yeah, sometimes Caroline is not keen on the picture-taking. We just go with it.)
On Saturday night we took our act on the road. And it was an act, I tell you...because people were flocking just to be near us. Or maybe they merely wanted to hear all the jokes and stories we were sharing? Regardless...we ate, drank, and made merry. Lots of merry. Here's Michelle and I attempting a My Space photoshoot. You know, like teenyboppers? Fo' Shizzle.
Moving on...Heather has a passion for gourds. She poses with them. Contemplates thievery. Probably gives 'em little kisses when she thinks no one is looking. I do not find any of this strange...actually, it's kind of hot and I love her a little more because of it. Go gourds!
I refuse to tell y'all how late we stayed up playing Rock Band, or how may drinks were consumed (and spilled!) during that bit of revelry. Nor will I tell y'all about how we watched way too much Katt Williams on You Tube, while almost peeing ourselves in fits of giggles. What I will share is that while I have dreams of being Muse's next drummer, Heather has a better chance of living out that one for me. That girl played percussion on Rock Band for the very first time and rocked it out. (Scott and I were all, "Dude--you're so hardcore!") I hope Michelle's thirteen year old son realizes how smokin' his Mom was on the guitar. I think we have a future as a trio...we can be the OhVa Chicks. Get it? Ohio? Virginia? Sigh...never said I wasn't lame.
Look at her--that's pure mastery behind those hands!
I said it last week and I'm here to reiterate: If you have a chance to pal around with some well-loved bloggy peeps and they've sailed through their criminal background checks (no axe murders yet--wooooooo!), go for it! Seriously. Good times, y'all.
Michelle and Heather...thanks for making the trip to hang out with us. We had a ball and you're now official members of the Litton family. Whether you wanted that status or not. You have no choice. Please...do not fear us.