Brought to you by The South.
If you walk by my apartment anytime in the next four to five days, expect to hear yelling and arguments and probably some screaming and the way you'll know you are at the right place? The Twang.
See, it takes over all of us at some point during the weekend. Some of us are from the south and some of us have daddies from the south. Not "daddies". Daddies. Dirty Bird, You.
Just prepping for this trip, I can feel the twang starting to form in my throat. So, yes, expect y'alls and things of that sort.
And so you don't feel left out, I'll let you know who'll be in town.
Miss Larkin. The ringleader. Itinerary driven. Claims to be breezy but...well, isn't. Always has to fly here because none of us are sure where Arkansas is.
Ally "Red". Lives in Canada. Is the only woman we know that will rock a bikini on a public street without covering her ass. Has two adorable boys. One she kisses sweet and one she kisses very bad.
Miss Aimee. Our newest hot momma. This was Aimee last time we were all together. Baby Gavin is now viewing Orange County from the outside with his gorgeous momma and dad. Aimee is the calm to our storm.
Stacia Rae. Stacia has over 1,000 pictures to choose from but I think this defines her. Sassy but sweet at the same time. She should have a tip jar in front of her everywhere she goes. Terribly entertaining.
D "Sissy". Our outings tend to be costly to Davina. Running out of gas and getting towed and all things Car Trauma. We are crossing all available parts for good car results this time.
Miss Blue. Guest appearances by Chris this weekend as time permits. (See five children. Further comments needed? I think not.)
And me. You have enough pictures of me. Don't think I won't take a million more this weekend, y'all.