Heidi's Hell Hole

If you had told me three and a half years ago that TF and I would be texting, talking, and laughing with each other without a hint of malice or passive-aggressiveness I would've probably looked into involuntary commitment for you.

Yet here I am.

For the last week, I've been texting her, laughing, discussing everything from my gown to the idiosyncracies of Janet Evanoviches writing style. We've been trying to get along for the sake of the kids, and it's been going pretty well. How well? As in she said I'm "alright" in her book, and I said likewise.

I even gave her a "BORN TO SHOP" mug and lent her books. (That may not seem like anything to YOU, but my books are SACRED.) (Besides, they're copies of what I already have.) I mean, we shared a glass of wine last night. I mean, stop the damn presses everyone.

Seriously. I never thought we'd be here. I'm sure Bryan is happy that we're getting along now. I hope Old Wolf is proud of me. I'm proud of me. I'm hoping she never finds this site.

In other news, in 48 hours I will be in Aurora, Colorado with my Triplet. My Doppelganger. The one, the only, Jacqueline...If you haven't been to her site, check out her out at http://italianamama06.blogspot.com. (Sorry I have no clue how to insert links into my blog and the Weebly platform SUUUUCKS for it.) I might blog from her house, but don't count on it. It'll be a weeklong slumber party, culminating with the both of us in gowns for the USMC Ball.