Old pictures for a new post

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Remember back in April when my  mom came? I don't think I posted any pics of her trip. What a lousy thing to do! And since, at this time, I have no access to current photos of our recent events, I thought I would do you all a favor and post of a time gone by. Like, 7 months gone by. Mmmmmm kay?


Sooooo, back, a long time ago, when I found out that Wicked was coming to a town near me, I called my mama and said, "Get on up here and let's go togetha. And bring my sista with ya."
 She said, "Yes, Dear."
 Only she FAILED in bringing Mandy Pandy with her.
 It's not her fault though. Miss Mandy could not drop everything and cater to my needs. 'Twas sad, indeed. But I still adore her. She is, after all, my big sis.


We got all gussied up and went to a (seriously) let's-buy-tickets-last-minute
last minute showing of Wicked.
It was wicked good. Honestly, so much fun.
Fantastic.
Amazing.
Very well done.
And we had incredible seats!
Like, 3rd row.
We were so close, we could see the spit shoot out of the actors'  mouths when they got really animated.
Those poor people in the second row, though. They actually, felt the saliva.
(Kidding! But one guy did pull out a hanky and wipe his brow.)


And what would a post be without the ultimate poser?
Boring. 
That's what.


Her fashion sense astounds me.
She's the only one I know who can pull it off. Well, that's not exactly true. Her big sister is pretty fashion savvy, too.
So savvy in fact, that the kids at school named a style after her.
Basically if anyone comes to school wearing confidence and anything out of the norm, they call it "The Corrine".


Kitty is a brat.
And wouldn't you know that her personality fits right in with our brood?


Classic Layna.


And that's it.
Ta Da!

Comments

Unknown said…
AHHHH sweetie pie! ERMA your mama is such a doll and you are such a doll and your baby is such a doll! DOLLIES DOLLIES EVERYWHER! The post of October before it is over is so much fun! I am not hard up for a good time believe me! Ah on the other hand....yes I am...
November 11, 2011 at 1:55 PM
Mandy said…
I so wish I could have come up and gone with you to see Wicked, but I am really grateful you and mom were able to go. My sweet little bug!!! Kylie just loves looking at the pictures and tells me how cute she is.
Love you!!!
November 14, 2011 at 6:53 PM
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