Number 3 of the 5 of us got engaged this week. Me and Nat. We’re all that remains.

Back when #1 sealed the deal, we were prepared. So we developed a code name, Pink Elephants on Tuesday, so she could initiate the phone tree and send us a text when “it happened.” For #2, we feel like old pros. Hell, we’re 26 now. We could do to this shit blindfolded on stilts, amIright?

So I just spent the last hour creating a proposed outline and itinerary of activities for #2’s bachelorette trip next month. I used the word “boozaliciousness” more than twice along with excessive military and legal jargon I don’t understand and enough exclamatory sentence fragments to get me fired.

We’ve got a lot to live up to for #3, and I’ll probably have to get a mutha effin cat in order to keep shit real because Nat’s definitely prime real estate for #4. Thanksabunchyouassholes.

Sincerely,

Sally B.