Today is my seeester Eugenice’s birthday.
She came to visit me this weekend and boy did we have a BIG time.
First, we shopped around in downtown Franklin and had an early lunch at Puckett’s. We left the restaurant to check out a cute little bakery and stumbled upon this completely normal scene on Main Street:
The latest in hybrid vehicles.
Thankfully this guy kept his road rage under control.
Apparently the dress code for this event was formal.
Somehow (perhaps inspired by our canine acquaintance’s fashion statement), we wound up at the mall where I purchased these VERY tall shoes. I thought that I was going to sneak one by Eugene and finally be taller than her. But then she also bought some VERY tall shoes. So I got to be tall and she got to be VERY tall. At least I was tall.
Here are some very professional photos we took of ourselves dressed to go out to dinner.
I’m not sure what’s going on with my right eye here. I think it got stuck.
Eugene’s poof was not cooperating.
We take ourselves very seriously. Obviously.
This makes me laugh uncontrollably every time I look at it.
The point of these pictures was to capture our full outfits, especially our sassy new shoes. Clearly we succeeded.
We ventured down to the Gulch and had a delicious dinner at Sambuca’s, where we enjoyed some great live music in our VERY tall shoes. We also had a celebrity sighting, which was a special present that I organized for Eugene (not really, but that’s what I told her. I won some major points).
After enjoying ourselves thoroughly at dinner, we started toward the door and realized it was pouring rain outside. We decided to wait it out for a little while, but then it just started raining harder.
So, we agreed to cut our losses, take off our new tall (and suede) shoes, stick them in my purse and run for the hills (the car). I hope someone witnessed this and had a good laugh.
The next morning I whipped up a gourmet breakfast of Eggo waffles, butter and butter-flavored syrup. I then served this delicacy on my formal storage bin table next to the sofa. I know this made Eugene feel really special.
As I tried to take a picture of Eugene enjoying this beautiful breakfast spread, my camera went off like a machine gun. Evidently, the night before as we tried to take pictures before going out to dinner, Eugene had adjusted my camera to a timed, rapid-fire setting so we could back up and get a picture of ourselves since there was no one else to take a photo of us. I was not aware that my camera was still on this setting when I turned it on the next morning. As it went off, my instinct was to find cover because I had no idea what was happening.
Eugene just shook her head.
All in all, I would call it a very successful weekend of birthday/sister shenanigans.
Welcome to the third decade of your life, poodle. I hope you had a stupendous Birthday.
I LAHV you.
Y’all be careful and take an umbrella,
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