I seriously thought about just copying and pasting the shit I put up on my site today over here.

But I suppose that would be cheesey huh?

I have a hard enough time coming up with crap to put on my own blog let alone 2..haha. Serously I don't mind. Maeve guest blogged for me a while back so I'm more than happy to do it for her.

Okay so the topic over at my place today kinda started out about some of the more colorful neighbors I've had in the past and that bled into drunks and how funny they can be.

I remember this one time me and my girlfriends Jill, Collette and Candace had snuck out of Jill's trailer in the middle of the night. We were maybe 15 or 16 yrs old. There was this older guy that lived up the hill and when I say older he was probably 20 but to a 15 yr old that's OLD.

Yes...we were bad little girls but anyway.

We got real drunk and on our way back down the hill we almost hung ourselves. We got to going too fast and couldn't stop. Mrs Jenkins clothesline stopped us. I'll just say that. We ran smack into that thing with our NECKS and Candace pissed her pants. I do remember that.

When we come inside that trailer Jill's mother was staning there waiting on us. Her name is Sandy too by the way. Well..Ms Sandy was not very pleased. I don't know if she was pissed off at us for being drunk or just mad over that hideous houserobe she was wearing. I swear that woman wore the tackiest houserobes I've ever seen and they were always given to her as a gift from her husband. I'd have been mad too I suppose.

She asked us the dumbest question. "Have ya'll been drinking?"

Ummmmm.....I think that was obvious. So now Ms Sandy is not only in my eyes a very tacky dresser but now she's a very stupid woman. I mean hell yeah we'd been drinking. We didn't sneak out of the damn house to go sell cookies or help little ole ladies cross the street....now did we?

Aaaaah my bestest friend in this world Jill...she has always had impeccable timing. As soon as her mother asked that insane question Jill threw up on her mother's feet.

It was beautiful.

Jill was smooth about it though.

She puked, wiped her mouth and then looked her mother dead in the eyes and said; "No...we ain't been drinking."

So there we were. Puke on the floor and Ms Sandy's feet, Candace with her wet pants and she's starting to cry for some dumbass reason, Collette is swaying back and forth like we're standing inside a wind tunnel and me? I had to pee....really really bad.

Ms Sandy was no stranger to partying though. This woman loved her drink soo she was kinda cool about it. I mean she was mad and everything but not like my mother would have been. My mother would have put me into rehab or something and that would have been AFTER she would have come close to killing me.

Ms Sandy just stared at us with her own bloodshot eyes, instructed us to take showers, get cleaned up and to get our hillbilly asses into bed.

Jill slept curled up around the toilet bowl. Candace slept in the hall on the floor and I don't know why. She did say something about the vent on the floor blowing out cool air. You know how trailers have them vents in the floor right? Collette and me managed to crawl into Jill's brand new waterbed and that was the end of our night.

Ms Sandy didn't tell none of our parents about this either. Not because she was trying to protect us...she was trying to protect herself from our mothers. Oh honey...you just don't know.....mine and Candace's mom would have went APE SHIT on her ass that is after they would have come close to killing us.

I still talk with Jill. We keep in touch pretty regularly. She was my best friend K thru 12 and me and her did some very wild and crazy things.

The night before I left for Basic Training back in 1987 I sat up with my oldest and dearest friend and we talked about some of our adventures. We definitely reminisced about the time she puked on her momma's feet.

We've obviously grown up, moved on, got married, had kids and now we are a bit more respectable. We don't go around hanging ourselves on clotheslines, vomiting on parents toes but we also don't have many regrets either.

She was a good friend to me for 13 yrs. If I had to do it all over again I'd still want that skinny ass hillbilly right beside me.

Clothesline hanging, vomit and all.

I still wouldn't trade her in.

~Sandy~