Baby Sister has a Birthday!

Ok, so she's not a baby. She was turning 22. Oh, and this was almost 3 months ago. That's how behind I am on blogging. But her party is definitely worth mentioning because it involved go karts, gorilla masks and giant ice cream cones. And Lord Voldemort. Really, my friends, does it get any better than that?

Here are the invites. Well, the back. I forgot to take a picture of the front. Fail.

We had a campout. Thus the smores stuff. I felt that needed further clarification.

 That's her. She fine. We share the same genes. And that's my finger. Not the bad one though.

Just us cousins bein' cute.

Next we had a treasure hunt. Just a lil' old FREAKING AMAZING-RACE style treasure hunt made by yours truly. I even made up the poems. Me and Google Poems. Ok, so that's not a real thing; but it did sound like something Google would have. Did I just successfully use a semicolon?

The hunters had to answer a bunch of riddles and complete challenges to move on to the next clue. This one was a personal favorite:

The hunters were completely at my mercy as they headed to Boondocks to find their tickets under the name Lord Voldemort. They got some strange looks asking for them. That was the idea. 

What is a Kong cone, you ask? Here, let me show you: 

BAM!!

Oh yeah. This is real life.

The aforementioned photo op required the following prop (there I go again with the rhyming; you can't stop it):

Seriously, you can't put a price on this sort of entertainment.
We finished off the evening with a campfire. Naturally. Only I had a really hard time finding a fire pit. Naturally. So...

We used an old wheelbarrow.

Naturally.

I am related to the greatest people in the world.

It IS a pet. It counts.

Sister can't have pets at her apartment. I find this to be sad news. So I made her some pet rocks to fill that void in her life. Originally I was just going to stick googly eyes on a rock. But, well, they sort of... evolved. They're classy like that.

Meet Earnest and Earnestina.

They enjoy sipping brandy, a good polo match and visiting art galleries to have pretentious conversations about the paintings. They're fancy.



And by Tuesday, I mean Friday. Because that's how my week has been. 

Franchesca and the Royal Pet

It's March. I have spring fever. A bad productivity-threatening case. But rejoice, because it's Awkward and Awesome Thursday!!

Awkward:
- I am writing this post solely as a means of avoiding homework.
- I tried skinny jeans for the first time recently. They don't fit me right at all. It makes me sad. :(
- My husband looks likes he's fourteen when he's clean shaven. I know that some terrible day in the future, someone is going to mistake me for his mother. That may also be the day I take up drinking.
- Me running. The whole thing. Especially the part where I about pass out and lie there waiting to die. It's all just very very awkward.
- The home teachers came over and I got the chair that makes it sound like you farted when you stand up. I hate that chair.
- Found a skull-shaped piece of cereal in my breakfast today. I equate that with Harry finding the Grim in his tea leaves. My days may be numbered now.
- My conversation with our mailman went something like this:
Me: Hey! How are you doing? You brought that early today.
Him: ........
Me: Anything in there besides bills?
Him: ........
Me: Well, I'm on my way out, so I'll get that later, ok? *getting into my car*
Him: ........
Me: Ok, you take care. Have a great day!
Him: Did you ever pay that dentist bill that showed up a few weeks back?
Me: ........
Seriously?? Who is this guy??
- I scared the crap out of myself this morning with a practical joke that was meant for husbandman. I don't want to talk about it.
- I spent an hour trying to find out for sure if a hearse can drive in the carpool lane.

Awesome:
- God and I made a deal. I'm never going to get any older than 24.
- The ice cream place we went to had us sign our receipt with a freakishly huge pen. They said they were sick of their pens being taken by mistake.
- Husbandman and I decided to make a movie where we act like raptors. Shall we see if I can talk him into letting it make an appearance on this blog?
- My professor stopped in the middle of his lecture and said that anyone on Facebook in class would have to come up and do an interpretive dance to the Spice Girls song of his choosing.
- I learned that the average pencil can draw a line for 35 miles. How do you suppose they figured this out?
- Today I finally turned on my Wii Fit again. I was worried because it's rude when you miss a workout. My trainer asked me how I was doing today. One of the options was "You're lucky I'm even here." It's almost spooky how well that thing knows me.
- I have had several requests for pictures of husbandman and I as little kids. If you've read our love story (or guessed from the title of this blog) we met in the first grade. These photos are of us and our little sisters playing a game our mothers inform me was called "Franchesca and the Royal Pet."

I'm making myself sound old here, but this is how children played before video games were around much. Look how tan we were! It's because when I was young, it was actually safe for kids to play outside without being kidnapped or forced to buy lawn care with their mom's credit card. It was a simpler time.

That's me on the far left and that's husband on the floor. I can only guess I participated as "Franchesca" instead of a princess because a) I was a little bit of a tomboy and being a princess was morally repugnant or b) we only had two crowns to play with. Personally I'm a big fan of the "Royal Pet's" outfit. We let him wear his Ninja Turtles shirt to make it a little more manly.

Did anything awkward or awesome happen to you this week?
Britt

You've Got Whatever It Is

So I have this sister. She's the only one I've got. We're really different, but very much the same. She my best friend and definitely on my list of top five favorite people in the world.

Even though this morning she told me that I looked like I got dressed in the dark.

Yesterday I was testing out the lighting for a shoot and I made her model for me for a minute. She hates to have her picture taken. I think she's totally photogenic. She disagrees.

She makes faces like this on a daily basis. Sometimes she sits in a chair forever taking pictures of faces like this on her phone. It's one of my favorite things about her. She's probably going to kill me when she sees these. There were a couple even more choice pictures, but I chose life.

I love my sis. She lives in Logan now. I miss her.

Expecting an untimely death,
Britt

P.S. Yes, I did hit my head on that chandelier. 8 times. Just in case you were wondering.