KATIE AND BRAD ROCK

Yes, I know, I promised a few words earlier this week. Then, my cellphone dies - again.....I left my sunroof open-twice- on two stormy evenings....Which resululted in a broken IPOD (don't tell APPLE it was due to rain)....then, 2 days later - another broken Ipod. Let's pause on that note. So, my ipod..aka: my boyfriend died on Thursday morning. I got up - as I always intend to do at 5:30am to workout (Note: 'intend'). I opened the car door to complete and utter devastation. "George", the soul mate who literally works out with me, walks with me, dampens the noise at the office during work hours, entertains me on the weekends, blares in my car with the windows down on perfect sunny days, and even sleeps with me on those sleepless nights was gone. Completely. No flash of life whatsoever. None. Needless to say, I tried to proceed with the workout and was too upset to focus on anything. I got nothing accomplished that day. I missed my companion. I wasnt able to do anything else until George was back to life. The ending of this story goes that George was replaced with "Max." No, not the same tunes and not the same set up but atleast the same comfort. I'm happy.
That was a sampling of my week and why, as you can assume, I never got around to highlighting these two superstars.
Brad- after sending Catie and I on our little fright fest lat Wednesday night you deserve a little praise and a little scolding. Praise - thank you for the sweet card (ladies: this boy has a sentimental side that any young lady would fancy....can I say that Brad?). Thanks too, for so thoughtfully bringing by the check to our house. Personal delivery is definitely our preference and we appreciate your intentions. Now to the scolding: 4 single - I would say attractive females live alarmless, guard dog less and boyless in a quaint neighborhood in swanky Buckhead. For the record: we do not usually expect/receive male visitors past the hours of 10pm - as our parents taught us to be ladies. Nor, if by chance we do receive a male visitor - but lets call you an intruder - do we expect him to walk around to the back of the house, in the dark , at night. We forgive you this time and do expect to have you over again in the near future. In the meantime, we are looking into an alarm system, maybe a protective dog (Katie's fish isnt too threatening) or yes, maybe a watch-boy. And, yes, we will allow you to apply.

As to Katie.....we have been celebrating her monumental - quarter century birthday this week. Monday night we went to Tu Tu Tango for some tapas, sangrias and a little sweaty Puerto Rican boy. He didnt come with the birthday but quickly attached himself to our party. He taught Katie a little salsa dancing and gave her a blow job -shot that is. She mastered the shot and even looked good taking it. 2 points for Katie! Katie had a great birthday. Actually, I think she did but if she didnt - I had fun celebrating. Catie got her a shirt that reads 'Tan girls have more fun.' Very fitting I think you would agree.
Thank you Katie for having a birthday. Thank you for being born and thank you for being one of my oldest friends (not in age but in tenure). I have lived with Katie 3.5 of the last 5 years which is a record for me. She has taught me how to watch t.v., wear accessories, do succesful boy-drive by's, relax, and pose for a picture. Yes, these are the little things but very vital to everyday life. I am envious of the year of life that she has on me because she seems to be much more at peace with herself and her surroundings than I'll ever be. She is constant and I admire that.

Hooray for Katie's 25th birthday! Tan girls do have more fun!