This blog-hurkey-orgy-thingy is an ode to our friend Mandi because
IT’S HER BIRTHDAY!!!!!
A group of us are singing You Are My Sunshine, each taking one line from the song in our titles. At the end of this I’ll leave a link for the next in blog in line. Now onto the business at hand…
Mandi, Mandi, Mandi. How could I live without her? She’s my co-pervert in crime, and whenever things are getting mundane, I get a *special* text from her. They usually look something like this, except with far less clothes.
(He totally needs to take his shirt off) Anyway, if for some crazy reason you don’t know Mandi, she writes over at Cellulite Looks Better Tan, where her posts span from funny, to silly, to thoughtful, to so intense it takes your breath away.
Mandi is a book vampire. She needs the blood of stories to survive. She’s read every book out there, probably twice. If you need a good referral, you can count on her. Every. Time.
Around the sister wives tribe we call her our cheerleader. She’s always around with a kind and supportive word. If she’s a friend of yours, you know it all the way to your toes because she’s that kind of person. Loyal. Supportive. Giving.
I also get the distinct privilege of calling her a friend In Real Life! Not too many bloggers can say that. Our sons brought us together, but writing is where we bonded. And when we get together….margaritas happen, followed by hysterical laughter, followed by weird drunk selfies. Drelfies. Like this one where she’s in my cleavage. Because…BOOBIES.
Mandi, I love that we’re on this crazy writing journey together, and I feel so fortunate to have you in my life. I promise, it’s not just because of the pervy texts.
Well, maybe a little.
I hope you have a magical day!
Drink wine, eat cake, and GET SOME (rest, duh)
FOLLOW THE SONG to read the next post in line: Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away.
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