*Imagine what it would look like to see George Washington walking through the park with Phoebe from Friends.* Inorite?
Periodically I'll share some of the ridiculous situations she's gotten me in (yeah, Quin, I'm the victim here, you're a monster) up to and including the time I was drugged on pain killers from surgery and, in my state, Quin dyed my platinum blonde hair fire red. I was fifteen. Mom was irate.
Or the time we were in a fight for several months and the only thing that brought us together again was the abduction of a fluffy orange cat named Goofy.
Getting Lost in San Antonio and being attack by a half dead bat.
Quin locking herself in a dog kennel at a house party of close to 100 people because the puppy "was lonely."
Taking two 5-year-olds to Hooters because Quin felt like wings and it was the closest thing to the bowling ally.
Other fun Quin-facts include:
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| Right? And I'm wearing sneakers to the bar... |
- Belly dancer.
- Pierces interesting parts of her body and makes me go with her.
- Burns incense (which is never about the smell and always about the effect it is to create).
- Wears shirts with giant sparkly tigers and heels with monsters.
- Identifies as a gamer and would probably have a cow if I didn't mention her 17,135 point gamer score on Xbox... {happy?}
She's also super feisty.
Ex: Guy voices his New Years resolution, going in depth as to his workout plan and new level of motivation. Her public response? "No one cares."
*Sigh* I'm surrounded by character animosity. And dog hair. But that's a different battle. Or the same... she has, like...4 dogs, 3 cats, some snakes and a tank full of alarmingly large "fish."
Okay I'm leaving you with a picture of Quin's pets in various displays of bad/erotic posture. Totally inspirational.

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