I love it when a plan comes together.

I think it was Tracey that said it was time we meet up one day in E-town for some girl time.

No brainer. I was in. 

I had an hour drive. ALONE. That might spell misery for some people, but I love it. No one asking me any questions every .2 seconds, and the best of all?

I crank up my music and sing my brains out. 

As much as I was enjoying my concert, I was VERY happy to join up with this girl here.

We tossed around a few ideas of how to spend our time together, and ultimately decided a pedicure was in order. We know nothing about E-town or where anything is, so we were blindly trying to figure out where we could get our toes did. And anyone who knows me, knows I am of ZERO help to that cause. I could get us lost in my own house. Thankfully, T, had a GPS to rescue us.

She held it the entire time like an elderly lady.

But check it out! She was like a modern day Lewis and Clark, and got us to new undiscovered lands.

Where I happily gave the lady my feet.

And I even more happily spent time chatting it up with this pretty face.

We both decided on this blue/gray color. Pretty cute! That's my ugly Fred Flinstone foot on the right.

And then like the young hip ladies we are, we went and ate at Cracker Barrel. 

And after our time rubbing elbows with the senior crowd, we went to the place that beckons us every time we are together...

And just like that, our time was over.

How come it ALWAYS goes so fast? Blah.


But you know no time with us is complete until ridiculous pictures are taken....

Okay, this one isn't ridiculous, but somehow she always manages to end up with MY camera....

Mercy sakes, she cracks.me.up.

In the wise words of Mr. T., I love it when a plan comes together.

But gosh, I'm sad when it's finished.

Until next time....