My best friend Leslie said...

Hold on a sec, Leslie's gonna have to wait.

Do y'all know my Shug Mama? She does have a name {Beth} but I prefer Shug Mama, since her blog's name is Shug in Boots. Shug's a super duper Southern girl like me and we found out we live about 10 minutes from each other, so blating was obviously in order.

Wanna know what wasn't in order?
A picture. Of us. Together.
Because we suck and were too busy stuffing our faces and talking 10000000 miles an hour.
But we had a blast, and since Charlotte as a city kinda mostly sucks {sorry peeps, it's just not my jam}, I'm happy to have a local friend who kinda mostly agrees :)
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Besides a fantabulous blate, my weekend consisted of an epically epical epic Twitter conversation with Whitney, Helene, and Kate.

The topic? Because I know the curiosity is killing you...

SMILEY WILEY MILEY CYREY.

And Big Poppa Bills, of course.

At some point, I spewed off the embarrassingly awesome fact that one Halloween, Glenn and I went dressed up as Miley and Billy Ray, and that it wasn't even awkward when we made out, for obvious reasons.

Which spurred Helene to say that she and her husband also went as Miley and B.Ray one year. Which spurred me to remind her that we were separated at birth, so this really wasn't a surprise.

Which spurred Kate to ask for pictures.

I'm a people pleaser, what can I say...

Why yes, my white wifebeater does say "Party in the U.S.A." and "I *heart* Daddy."

Hey, at least I was wearing pants. If you can call those pants.
Real lyfe Miley isn't a fan of such items.

Ya see, Glenn and I are one of those obnoxious couples who like to do the duo thing for Halloween.

Bonnie & Clyde.
Dick & Jane.
Lucy and Desi.

Except we've never done any of those couples.
Instead, and here's the part where my mom calls me and yells at me for publicizing this information...

Glenn and I once went out for 'Ween dressed as a dominatrix and her sub.

The rest of the pictures aren't eeeeeeven appropriate.

That's right, we were 50 Shades, Opposites Version, before effed up business execs with low-hanging sweatpants and icy eyes were even cool.

Let's just say, it's a good thing I don't have an ambition to become Prez one day,
because I also often carry whips in my purse.

Glenn probably shouldn't enter the election either ~ his shirt had "Spank Me" written on the back, and that night, approximately 39 people slapped his bootaaay.
I can't exactly blame them. He's bootylicious.

Woof. College was fun, eh?

I also once dressed up as Willow Smith, whippin' my hurrrr back and forth like whoa.

Except not really. That's actually just my standard bar behavior.

So, anyone willing to de-crazy-fy our behavior by telling me you've dressed up as something equally ridiculous as Christina Grey?

Please? Anyone? Bueller?

Oh, that's right. It's Monday, Bueller's playin' hooky.
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OK, and now that I've totally declassed myself to the entire blog world, go check out Whitney @ Observant Turtle, an actually classy blogger I'm guest posting for today!