Mala and I were sorely tempted to fuck with Frank just a wee bit, but we restrained ourselves. Some ideas we had:
* Show up in head-to-toe gray, saggy sweatsuits, unwashed hair, and a brandishing tins of Skoal. Act shocked when he says he doesn't want any.
* Insist that he bring us each a corsage.
* Suggest Burger King for dinner. Wear paper crowns.
* Call each other by the wrong names all night. Tell him he's been wrong all this time - I'm Mala, she's Bev. Jeez!
* Arrive already trashed, slurring, and swearing like truckers.
Naah, we won't do that! We're demure young ladies, after all. The very picture of grace and elegance - that's us!
*WINK*
Speaking of pictures... yes, I'll be taking some. We'll have show & tell next week, so don't you worry.
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend. We will raise our cocktails to all of our bloggy buddies this evening! Cheers!
XOXO
