Never A Dull Moment


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As usual, Laura and Sarah had a riotous time while taking pictures in the downtown plaza.

First of all, I fixed my hair and did my makeup, only to put on sweatpants and a button-down shirt so I could trapse about without getting my costume dirty.

So, off we went to the Goodwill, in hunt of vintage dresses and anything else that might work. No such luck.

So we set off in the direction of the plaze, scouting out good picture spots. After this was accomplished, I wriggled into my dresses in the car, added MORE makeup, and by now my hair was a disaster, but I left it.

Ok, so Sarah is marching through the downtown plaza in a very cute vintage dress, high-high sandals and pearls. And, since the plaza has been opened for traffic, we were, of course, stopping traffic. Our excitement included perching on fiberglass rocks, dabbling our toes in slimy water, shouting out fake french words in hopes of making Laura look cool, and giving out directions to strangers.

Ok. Maybe we are easily amused. But a ritous time was had by all. Join us next time.


1 Responses to “Never A Dull Moment”

  1. Blogger joy 

    "Shouting out fake french words..."? You don't know enough swear words so you had to make them up?

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