Ch-ch-ch-CHIA!

So, I'm sitting outside talking to a mutual friend of ours today...I can't really disclose the name as this may damage her career as a stripper, but I'll say this...her name starts with a D and rhymes with Madonna...come to think of it, she's even in the same business. She doesn't really look like her though. She's shorter, has prettier teeth, and has a lot more tattoos and piercings...and her hair is a little different...but like I said, I can't really disclose her name. So we're sitting there talking about the trials and turbulations of life and how you always seem to get a flat tire on your Cadillac when you least expect it. So naturally, our conversation goes towards our...um...jay-jays....hoo-has...choles....chinas...whatever you may call it. I just call it a vagina. (Lena, get over it, that's what the anatomy book calls it and that's what I'll call it!)

So this Didonna tells me how she's randomly decided to stop maintaining the lawn and wants to play a joke on the uh...gardening crew, by going in for a waxing apointment in a few weeks (if you're a girl you know by week 2 or 3 this is no longer a lawn, it is now a full blown weed garden!) and asking them to take it all off! She plans on walking in and proclaiming that she JUST shaved yesterday and its now THIS! Then asking if they think waxing will do the trick for a few days longer....

I don't know what I find more upsetting, the fact that I am allowing a dear friend to grow a pet, or the fact that I didn't think of doing this first! I must be off my game. I've also been threatened with a random text image of this "afrobush"....I think I may have to reconsider my friendships. After all, you are the friends you keep?

GROW ON my furry friend! I am behind you....for as long as I can still see behind you...then you're on your own.

Oh ya, and today I start packing. JOY!

...and now I want a Chia pet...can you grow yours into a turtle!?