It's a joke. Buddhalicious. That's pretty much my friendship with this girl, one inside joke after another that makes plenty of sense to us but maybe not the rest of the world. Jessica and I have been friends since about the sixth grade. At least we think so. We don't really remember becoming friends, but have yearbook evidence that proves we are/have been/will be forever. And that's good because I need someone to tell me when my clothes don't match or match too much or whatever the issue is. I don't really have fashion style of any sort, so I often snap pictures of outfits and send them to Jessica with an "OMG WHAT SHOES GO WITH THIS" message of panic.
And then she just shows up at my house looking like this. What better opportunity to practice with my new camera and all its fun buttons?
And then she decided to dance. Which we do together. A lot.
Thanks for being such a lovely model, friend! You're adorable and I'm proud of all the discipline it's taken to lose so much weight this year. You're a rock star and you look it!