Boring G and her bad thyroid

So this beaut of a gal came to see me this past weekend. 

And what are the odds that she showed up on the weekend that my kids had their fall festival. JUST LIKE LAST YEAR. 

Best friends stand in the heat and watch your kids play games.

Poor Tracey.

Even though we both perked up when the kids did the cake walk. We both spotted something we wanted, and we were seriously cheering them on for a win.

AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! Pierce won an entire cake. It was quite hilarious and he loved walking around the entire evening showing it off.

Once we finished our time at the fall festival it was time for our weekend to begin,

And here is where I will veer off for a few.

Tracey and I made our usual plans: Eat. Shop. Eat. Shop. But I have haven't been myself for a while, so our usual plans actually turned more into something like this: Eat. Moan about how I feel. Shop. Need to stop and get something to drink. Eat. Complain that my stomach hurt. Shop. Stop and fan myself while I break into a sweat. Eat. Decide I'm ready just go home and lay down.

What I'm saying is basically I was NOT FUN. I tried to keep up the fun and I did have moments of semi-clarity, like my hunt for the perfect pearl necklace.

But for the most part, I just wasn't myself. Not even Michael Kors or Gigi's made me happy.

I tried all weekend to be fun, but sadly for my friends I wasn't great company.

I went to the doctor Monday they ran a bunch of tests, and the culprit for all my issues is my thyroid. Suddenly it all makes sense, and I am so glad to have an answer.  I've started some medicine and I am anxiously awaiting to return to my normal, or at least what's normal for me, self.

Sad I wasn't the greatest of company for Tracey this weekend, but thankful for a friend who is okay to hang out with boring G and her bad thyroid.

Another T & G weekend

When I started to upload my pictures from the weekend, I realized that I needed a selfie lesson. Apparently I never know where to look: Tracey dead on, Gretchen, wandering right eye. 

So yes, Tracey and I spent the weekend together.

Of course, plans were per the norm...

Eat. Take selfies. Shop.

With shopping taking top priority, we had even decided to head south to shop at the "big" malls. But when I awoke to a winter wonderland on Saturday I sort of felt sick.

I mean there are only so many things to do when it's all snow town outside. So we quickly decided no matter what, we were going....

We forged ahead, like shopping forefathers.

And we rewarded ourselves for all that tenuous travel.

Actually the roads were totally fine.

But we were pooped from walking so much. I mean, shopping is hard.

But there is one store that always sends surges of energy through Tracey's veins.

And I settled in for the long haul, and assumed I would turn 40 in that COACH store.

Tracey is notorious for TAKING FOREVER TO PICK OUT A PURSE. And I'm totally not exaggerating.

But there was some sort of miracle. The COACH heavens opened up and Tracey made a decision, like fast.

I was stunned.

And you know that was probably the highlight of the shopping trip.

And I'll tell you why, TRYING ON JEANS IS WHY. Seriously, that's right up there with trying on bathing suits under fluorescent lights.

But after hours of shopping and zipping up pants that gave me have a muffin top, we finally rewarded ourselves with food. Even though Tracey was near death because we hadn't eaten in HOURS.

Yes, we tend to exaggerate and be dramatic, but we think we are funny, and we always have fun. :-)


And let me end with some wise advice Tracey dished out this weekend.... SO TRUE. SO TRUE.

Another fun weekend in the books!

Another edition of G and T.

How narcissistic is it of me to think some of my conversations with T are so funny that I save them? 

But I happen to know of lots of other people who also enjoy reading our texts (HI MOM AND DAD!)

Listen, I'm a stay-at-home-mom, I just don't have much, okay?

BUT I do have a bestie with whom I share laughs with all the time.

Humor is a love language for me. 

And thankfully the good Lord has put many funny people in my life.

And even people that keep me on my toes.

And isn't that what its all about?