I just got back from spending the weekend with my bff. And right now, she is obssessed with band aids. Got a boo boo? She's got a band aid. There is nothing she can't fix with one of her tan friends: cuts, scrapes, phantom limbs, iron lungs. It just needs a band aid. She put so many on Anita's broken leg that when Anita took them all off she realized she wouldn't need to wax for a while.
But the best is the picture to the right. She fell at day care on Friday and hurt her lip. It was more of a slight graze, which resulted in the kind of effect that most Hollywood actresses pay big bucks for. But it needed a band aid. She insisted. So I insisted that I had to take a picture that will one day show up in a slide show at her wedding.
As you can see she put it on herself. I pointed out, as any good aunt would, that maybe we should put a band aid on the owie on her nose as well. To which she gave me a look that clearly said, 'don't be ridiculous.'
But the best is the picture to the right. She fell at day care on Friday and hurt her lip. It was more of a slight graze, which resulted in the kind of effect that most Hollywood actresses pay big bucks for. But it needed a band aid. She insisted. So I insisted that I had to take a picture that will one day show up in a slide show at her wedding.
As you can see she put it on herself. I pointed out, as any good aunt would, that maybe we should put a band aid on the owie on her nose as well. To which she gave me a look that clearly said, 'don't be ridiculous.'
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