This summer was not all fun and games. The dark spot of all when one of my best friends in the whole! entire! world! moved. Boo. Boo for moving. When people move you should say, "well, I will miss you but I'm excited for this new opportunity for you and I wish you luck." But I don't say those things. I say, "COME BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!"
Lindsay is the beautiful one on the left (Chels is the beautiful one on the right.) If you want I will hook her up with your handsome and available friends and neighbors. Just let me know. She may be the funniest gal you will ever meet. At least half my lingo comes from Linds (and I'm pretty funny). She is really good with music too, so if you are ever wondering if a song/artist is cool or not you can just text her. BUT please don't text if you need to have a full conversation. Just to make quick plans (hey meet you at 7!). Also, please don't serve her warm fried chicken or mexican. And just a warning: at the end of the date it is possible she will run (sprint, even) to her car. Her turn ons include white jeans.
Anyways, most of the time I am doing okay. But then I go to the Downtown Club and there is just an emptiness inside. Then when I saw the sign announcing Women's Conference in church on Sunday, I almost had to walk out so I could shed a tear or two.
This post was meant to include our really fabulous pictures from our first annual day of fitness. But I go to post them, and they turn out like this:
What the...? It's a sign Linds. You need to come back for our second annual day of fitness. This time we will get amazing pictures (maybe let a professional photographer follow us around for the day?). I know our vertical has improved 100%. We will put our last year selves to shame.