Last night I slept (if you can call it that) in a bed alone & left my mouth open & somewhere in the night every drop of moisture evaporated from my tongue. It was unpleasant to overcome & has started my day off weird. I say all this only to tell you how happy I am that tonight is crafting & guiness/pumpkick & slumber party night.
Oh the beautiful irony wherein self righteous dudes try to smokeout a lady about emails that could have been hacked on an unsecure server (although it is proving most difficult for them to find any evidence other than the fact that the server existed). Meanwhile, they type up their witchy burning thoughts and send it off via email that gets delivered right to our front door.
Give it a rest, chumps. The lady doesn't kiss & tell.
My adorable cousin, Hannah, got her dream job at M.A.C.! They paid for her to stay a week in Chicago for training AND gave her a per diem for food (a level of class we on JANandBAB will never reach).
With her mom and best friend, she packed her outfits, carefully planning each day to show her versatility. Which was apparently worth it because day #1 everyone really liked her outfit! Day #2 they all looked to see what she was wearing. Day #3 they clapped as she came in.
When Uncle TJ first saw her, he said she was beautiful, and I knew he meant it because I could see her reflection glowing in his eyes. Three days later we got to hold her, and she looked exactly like every baby picture I had ever seen of my oldest sister. What a crazy moment to hold the same baby you had come to know through photographs your whole life! Since then, she changes constantly, shockingly swift. She still makes us laugh, still takes our breath away with her curls, and still has the most kissable cheeks on the whole damned planet.
"Pff, we could do THAT!" - a proclamation made by none other than Jan & Bab, was met with, "I will personally fund you for 4 years if you train and make it to the next Olympics as a synchronized swimming duo." - uh, thanks, Teej.
After 10 seconds of offended silence, we accepted the offer!!
We figure the first year of training will be figuring out how to do hair and makeup. Our routine will mostly be us pulling eachother around the pool, Bab gagging on water in her nose, Jan having an unsightly wedgie, lots of fart bubbles.
We have a lot to get done in 4 years!!! But, we can taste the gold medal. It tastes like blood.