Dimples and cheekbones

ABBEY TURNED 24 THIS WEEKEND.

Which obviously warrants this picture of mostly me.

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Pure bliss in the background, though, am I right?

In honor of Abbey’s birthday I stayed up until 4:30 a.m. Safe to say I haven’t done that since prom, but Abbey’s birthday was kind of like prom in that it seemed like a right of passage into the adult world.

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Happiness is smiling so hard your neck bones stretch your neck skin out.Or dimples, in Abbey’s case.

Casey is in busy season so he could not join us for the rambunctiousness, though he did participate in the pre-parties. He was also a little more energetic than me come Sunday.

He missed out on some MAJOR opportunities to be SUPER jealous of EVERYONE AND THEIR MOM flirting with me though. Let me tell you about it.

Near the end of the ending, I was casually standing around a bar and may have been casually biting my fingernail without realizing it. Some dude walks up and says:

“How’s your finger taste?” OKAY WOW GOOD ONE.

Then while standing in the longest line for the bathroom ever, I listened to whiny girls complain about how BADLY they had to relieve themselves and OTHER GIRLS PLEASE DON’T WASTE TIME LOOKING IN THE MIRROR JUST DO YOUR BINIZ AND GET OUT ALREADY. All that type of talk, you know. It was like these girls had never ever ever ever waited for a toilet in their entire lives. After about the 67th comment, I turned to them and said, “I don’t need to look in the mirror.” My only intention was to let them know that when it was my turn, I’d simply use the bathroom as quickly as possible and walk out so they could have they turn. But I’m guessing that is not how they took it seeing as the response was:

“OH OKAY WE GET IT. YOU KNOW YOU’RE SOLID CAUSE YOU GOT THOSE HIGH CHEEKBONES.”

I suppose that could have been what I was going for……………but not. Afterward I felt like I should pay it forward by complimenting someone else, so I told the girl in front of me she had nice calves. Overall, a really really normal evening.

To add to the normality of it all, I made sure to snap a shot of Kristyn and a guy wearing a onesie.

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We don’t know him, but I’m sure he smiles normally in real life.

Eventually we made it back to Abbey’s where I spent the night to welcome to her into her 24th year of life and stole all the covers from her during the night to give her a little taste of what marriage is like. I like to think gift-giving is my love language.

Sunday started and ended great, because we had breakfast with Casey’s family and dinner with mine, but the middle was a little rough. Molly had a seizure, which obviously traumatized me, because I’m neurotic about my cats and also my miracle cat is not ready for death yet. She was fine after and actually purred the remainder of the day, because she is optimistic about life and has a heart like Jesus, I guess. Even at the vet, she never stopped purring. Then she cuddled with me nonstop, which was obviously the greatest for me, because, like I said, neurotic/obsessed.

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I really can’t handle my cats having any more issues (neurotic, etc.), so let’s just all pray for their health for the next 20 or so years.

So, ya Molly had a rough weekend. Lucy, on the other hand, started her modeling career.

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I am so dazzled by that face.

Leprechauns and boils

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I have some meaningless conversations to share! How exciting! First up, you might remember how I casually mentioned I got a new job. It’s been better than I could have ever imagined so far. My free time, blog-reading, and blog-writing has suffered a little, but I think my career is on a better path. I have two cats to support, so my career is obviously really important. The sad part is I had to leave my friends at my old job. Luckily, they all still text me, including Devin, a livestrangeblog favorite.

Last night Devin posted a picture of his dinner on Facebook with a caption along the lines of “romantic dinner at home with my gf! jk i’m alone and at a restaurant.” That was the gist. Anyway, I “liked” it. Mostly because I cook dinner for Casey ALL THE TIME and neither he nor I ever feel the need to post a picture on Facebook, yet I see someone’s dinner on my newsfeed almost every night with some romantic caption about whoever the significant other was that cooked it for them. I’m not h8ing. I just really got a kick out of Devin’s post. Anyway….

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When Devin says “boils” he’s referring to my bunionettes. Sorry if you didn’t know what those were and just Google-imaged it. Sucks to be you. But it sucks more to have bunionettes.

Next up, turns out I’m an expert at ruining text message duets.

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And finally! My little brother has a girlfriend. And it’s really adorable and all that, but anyway he posted this picture with this obnoxiously romantic caption today.

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Ew. I know. Love. Gross. Okay, so I started a group text with both of them regarding the picture and how white John’s teeth are in the photo. Then somewhere down the line, we started talking about how we used to call my brother “John John the leprechaun.” It sort of spiraled out of control from there.

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Sam didn’t really win the spelling bee, y’all. My brother doesn’t date nerds. That’s just me. JK love you Casey. You’re my favorite accountant.

Good talk and heartwarming stories

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Changed Conversations of the Week to “Good Talk” because…I wanted to.

While at a lovely Christmas party that I will describe in further detail with pictures later this week, a few of my girlfriends and I were singing along to Rhianna’s “Only Girl (in the World)” lyrics, specifically the line “want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world…like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love,” while Casey happened to be sitting nearby. He vainly assumed our musical prose was referencing himself, and therefore stated:

“Okay, all three of you cannot ask that of me at the same time.” I was like, come on, Casey. BE A MAN.

That morning, I had been trying to get the attention of one of said girlfriends (referenced above) by sending a truckload of text messages her way.

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Finally, she awoke from her peaceful slumber, so mission accomplished.

Last Thursday was my last day in the office at my job. (GOT A NEW JOB, TALK TO YA BOUT IT L8ER…they will probably fire me if they see I typed later like that, so hopefully this blog is not well-ranked on Google.) I sent an email to the firm thanking them for a wonderful couple of years and letting them know that my going away party would be at 7 p.m. on Saturday at the Houstonian. Coincidentally that’s when and where I had planned our company holiday party. More on that later. Friday morning, I got a snapchat from my friend Devin of my empty office with a note that said “*Expletive that starts with F* you.” So heartwarming. The snapchat came in at about 10 til 7, so I asked him if he slept in his office that night…

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In case you were wondering, last Tuesday I wore some pants that may have been a couple sizes too big (I think I got them on sale or something) to work. It provided a great deal of entertainment to my coworkers and they kept me very warm. Also in case you were wondering, today Devin sent me another snap of my empty office and wrote “I hope your new job sucks.” HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART.

Casey’s grandma came to town today, and we took her out to Lupe’s. We met his parents after work, and we were all starving. His sister and I were already discussing the unfortunate fact that Lupe’s will not seat you until your whole party arrives when Casey missed the exit for the restaurant, because he “couldn’t” get over in time. Well, okay Casey, I GUESS MY STOMACH WILL JUST EAT ITSELF.

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Conversations and error 404

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Casey scheduled a date night on our shared Google calendar the other day, but hasn’t told me what we’re doing yet. I’m not really a fan of surprises when I know there is going to be a surprise, so call me unromantic, but just tell me what we’re doing. Last time I asked (via Gtalk, how we do), he told me we were doing my favorite thing. You’d think I’d know what that is. Seeing as…I’m me.

Megan: my favorite thing….cats
Casey: noooooooooooooooo
Megan: ya i didnt think you loved me that much
Casey: I’m expressing my love by not letting you get any more
Megan: makes no sense
Casey: it does…I’m preventing you from becoming a crazy
Megan: what if i want to be crazy
Casey: error 404 not found

Seeing as I’ve been really bad this year, Casey keeps telling me he’s getting me coal for Christmas, because according to him, that’s hilarious.

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But at least this is kind of cute.

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Art and “bish”

Here are some things that have been happenin’!

I drew a picture of my friend, Abbey.

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I put wine on Lucy’s nose.

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Lucy put her arm around Molly in human-like fashion.

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I ate this:

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I built this.

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I had a smidge of help.

After building that, I looked like a coal miner from District 12 (p.s. I saw Catching Fire).

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My mom only let the camera see our eyes. (Our teeth may have been a tad purple).

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I had this conversation with Casey.

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True love. So beautiful.

I currently just tried to consume a bowl of chili with a mouth that is half numb from my recent visit to the dentist. That was an ADVENTURE!

 

Conversations and asthma

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Her suaveness is hard to beat.

Casey’s sister sent him the below message much to my dismay.

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Casey sent me the screen shot, so I took matters into my own hands.

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And in case you don’t follow me on Instagram, one of my coworkers was very generous with their compliments yesterday.

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