party "on"

You can take the girl out of the party but not the party out of the girl.

My parents might now this little fact a little too well.  I think it's pretty "duh" to say out of the four girls in my family . . . . I may be the ones who's pushed the envelope a little further than the others.  That's what happens when you are raised with an angelic brothers and three sisters.

My so called effervescent self can take [most] any situation and make it fun.  Tonight may be a little harder though.

Tonight is my last night with Ashley before she leaves me for the Windy City bright and early Saturday morning.

So being a girl who loves clothes, works with and on behalf of clothes, sells clothes & certainly has a thing for clothes[huff.... and shoes] - - - this is all Ash & I have been able to talk about without crying.  So we've been talking/texing about it daily.

What r u wearing?
IDK what r u wearing?
IDK maybe jeans?
A fun skirt?
Heels or flats?
Dancing after?

[the pita walks in, "why is your phone blowing up? You still texting about outfits?"
Ummm, ya this will go on until Friday at noon.  Then he says, "Well, make sure it's AGE appropriate okay, work people will be there."  Oh, no, he didn't . . . oh, no, he didn't . . . .oh yes, he did say, "age appropriate" .  *&%#@ - that is writing for me slightly hitting his arm as hard as I could. ;)] 

                    *back to Ash*

yes.
Comfy heels?
Oxymoron?
u just call me a moron?
No?!
Purse?
Aren't u bringing M?
make him carry it.

So why am I still crying?  I hate it when friends leave.  Hmmmm, Chicago marathon?  Yes.

Tonight:     Mutton dressed up as lamb - you bet cha!

Happy Friday!