Princess Jazz

Last night I went to see The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. I went with my girls, Morgan & Kris, as well as our 3 mothers and one grandmother (mine). It was cheesy but good. Kris hated it, as she despises all girly things (well almost all). We all cried at one point (except Kris of course) and we talked through the entire thing. I'm sure we annoyed some (or all) of the people in the theatre. There was a really ugly wedding dress in the movie (which I loudly pointed out) and a lot of cheesy girl-bonding moments (at which point Kris would audibly say "barf!" and entirely ruin the moment.) The best part of the movie was that when the 4 girls were together their conversation didn't seem scripted and paced - they all just talked all the time. I guess that's what we're like. I now realize that we probably annoy a lot of people.

That was a good night off. I've got awesome friends. We went out for breakfast the other night around 9 and the grossest thing happened. Morgan was pouring syrup on her pancakes and in the stream of syrup was a black little blob. It travelled down the stream into the puddle on syrup and slowly crawled out of the puddle. It shook it's wings and legs off, one at a time, and crawled up the handle of the spoon. It was a fly! Sooo gross. Morgan (or Kris) said it was like in sci-fi movies when the aliens emerge from the goop and creep everyone out. Nasty.