Dear Blog World,
I hope you are ready for what's about to happen. My BBFF is boarding a plane in T-4 hours to come to Ohio and see me. She'll have her delicious almost two-year-old, future-son-in-law of mine, in tow. Shit is about to get real. Be prepared for picture vomit all over your Instagram feed.
I hope you are ready for this jelly. I hope you don't think I'm a total douche. I promise, while I'm not nearly as funny in person, I do know how to have fun. At least I think. I have the boxed wine chillin' and the pantry full of PayDays and Reese cups.
Please don't hate me, or KP. I already love you as if you were my own flesh and blood. I promise to make your stay here awesome and fun and full of Mickey Mouse pancakes. Please sleep good for your mama.
Bear with us this weekend. There's bound to be lots of late night giggling from two drunk girls in the living room while you try to sleep for work tomorrow, I apologize in advance. No we aren't going to do lesbian things. And for the love of God, she LIKES boxed wine, I do not need to buy bottles. Trust.