If we were friends in real life....
I would call you in the morning just after I put the baby {ummm toddler?!} down for a nap and ask you if you wanted to go to lunch. Because going out to lunch is the only escape out of this house I have.
I would ask you if you wanted to go to Panera because I love their Thai chicken salad, but if you said you wanted to go some where else I would order a cheese burger and fries along side a unsweet tea.
I would tell you all about my photography class and how I love that I am able to get out of the house and do something for me... and something to do with school is even better since you would all ready know how much I hated school and left high school when I was almost 16.
We could talk about all the drama on facebook and how much I love blogging. How I posted a picture on my personal page the picture from my
WIW post and everyone said I looked like a hippy but
You would get it because you would know how everyone in the bloggy world wears a headband! {even though I thought it was funny}
I would tell you how Jason {the hubs} told me last night that I have changed since I started blogging. He said "It made my hair 'prettier'" and I laughed because it's totally true. I have been trying a little harder to look better because I never know when I will take a picture and post it online for the whole
world to see.
After we got done with our lunch Gauge would be getting cranky so I would ask if you wanted to go to my house so he can play.
On the ride home we could talk about Gauge and how he can't sit still and loves to climb.
I would ask you for some fashion tips and if you would help me with the scarfs I borrowed from my sister because I have no idea how to wear them.
I would also do some complaining and gossiping.
Then I would listen to all of your problems and help you solve them. I would ask how your kids are and if you wanted a cherry soda.
I would want to know how your hubs job is and if you were having more kids... cause lord knows I can't handle any more!
We could discuss my niece turning one the other day and how I'm worried about my brother.
Not to mention how I worry about everyone.
I would invite you this Sunday over to my mother-in-laws for a birthday party for my older son Bradley who is turning 8!!! Then I would go on about how ridiculous that is because I swear I am still 22 years old and there is no way that I have a child that old. And we would look back on when I got pregnant 18 and how I was doomed to be a single mom and how I know what would happen to his dad but I was going to have that baby and take care of him. We could talk all day how proud of him I am and how great his grades in school are and how he loves he new pocket knife. I could go on and on. {proud momma here}
Now that it is almost 2:00 I would need to say good bye so I could pick him up from school
we would hug and then probably call each other once in the car because that little visit just wasn't long enough.
