We’re Klassy

{I still snicker every time I call Kentucky “KY”. Sue me.}

I am home from work and getting some laundry done so I can pack for my trip! Yay!! My plans for tomorrow are to SLEEP. IN. Then, up, dressed and out the door by 10am (CST). I need to go get my oil changed and get new wipers for my car (can’t imagine it will take long at Wal-Mart on a weekday morning) and then I am on the road! Miss Sodapop is being baptized this weekend and I am honored that she asked me to attend her baptism. Miss Monique is driving down from Indianapolis and once Miss Laci gets off work Friday night, she is going to join us at Soda’s apartment.

Look out girls, here I come!

The four of us — Laci, Sodapop, Lucy and me — are a tight foursome. It just kind of happened over the summer. We have so much in common and so much shared life experience that we bonded. None of us have any sisters so it’s like we’re creating our own little extended family (except with picking people that you really, really like). I love these women like I have known them all my life.

Our closeness seems to make some people think that we’re an exclusive foursome, that we don’t want to be friends with anyone else, which is totally ridicufuckingless.

So save the drama for your mama and the snark for your … well, whatever rhymes with snark.

The klassy bitches love everyone. Even if you don’t deserve it.