She Better Bring Me Back Some Rum

What do you do when your friend tells you she's going to go spend a few days soaking up some Jamaican sunshine, running pristine white stand between her toes, and enjoying way too many alcoholic beverages?

YOU would say "go away, I hate you."

I, on the other hand, would say "oh no, you won't be able to post? Sure, sure no problem. I'll be happy to continue to neglect my own blog so I can post one of my favorite posts I've been saving for a rainy day onto your blog."

Because I'm down like that. And she is SmartAss Mom. And she buys me shots.

Go read, please. And if you don't already visit Smartass Mom regularly, you should. She is all over the place -- and it's a riot.

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