I feel like I don't even need to introduce you to Bridget.
Because clearly you already know her.
Bridge and I are basically bffs
that have never met.
We also share the same passion for inappriopriate words
and or blog posts.
You are in for it.
i'm bridget. and here's where the story begins. so, meg and i hooked up in blog land awhile back, but then REALLY hooked up again on twitter and blogs and sometimes email too within the last few months. and somewhere between trying to plan an austin blate and commenting on each other's blogs, it got serious. my husband is a little jeal but he'll have to just deal. meg comes first.
(this photo was originally meant for my husband,
but now, it's meant for meg.
and it's backwards because it's photobooth.)
i knew we were meant to be when i read certain twitter comments made by meg that others (read: boring people) might find distasteful. like, they might classify it as inappropriate or TMI. some were just downright hilarious and then when you throw in some self-deprecation, well i'm hooked. so this is when i was like, "i like meg." because, you see, i too have a love for all things inappropriate. my filter was lost somewhere between birth and 2011 and i haven't quite found it yet.
i'm not looking for it either.
what's that? you want to know some things about me? oh ok. here are some of my self-deprecating/funny/inappropriate/TMI things. but just cause you asked.
i don't like to shower that often. because it's not good for my hair. has nothing to do with my laziness.
when i come across a blog with a perfect house, perfect hair, perfect parties, perfect crafts, perfect recipes, perfect perfect perfect... i send a link to my sister with maybe a bad word underneath the link, referring to the blog-owner. i need to, ya know, knock her down a few rungs of the ol' ladder to make ourselves feel better. very mature. then i go in the kitchen and put on my apron and whip up a gourmet dinner (recipe stolen from the perfect blog) and chocolate cake in time for my husband to come home where i greet him with, "hi honey! how was your day?! here's a dirty martini for you. now let me rub your feet." all stepford wives like. what can i say? i get jeal. but i love these blogs. really, i do.
oh, and meg and all her fancy vacations... portugal, ireland, ohhhh i live in england right now and have great hair and and so does my husband... well, she's getting dangerously close.
gosh, what else? well, i have three older sisters... no brothers. thus, nothing and i mean nothing is off the table. breasts, placentas, sex, cervixes, vaginas, bowel movements... it's all ripe conversation material. think the kardashian sisters with less make up and less money (meg, can i say the v-word on your blog?).
ok... i think i'm going to stop there. maybe i should've stopped long ago. but you can't hold it against me. remember? lost my filter.