I’ve spent the entire day with my good pal, Mrs. Rev. I call her Mrs. Rev because she married our friend who’s nicknamed Rev. It’s short for Reverend. No, he isn’t a reverend. But he is ordained. And a deputy. And she’s the Mrs. – it makes sense.
I hadn’t had the pleasure of knowing Mrs. Rev until just two short years ago when we (the hubs and I) moved back home to Derby City. Rev and Mrs. Rev live something like two miles from us – we joke that we could ride our lawnmowers to each other’s house. Needless to say, we hit it off and now I’m spending entire days with her. It’s a fabulous thing, having friends that marry awesome women – I commend all of the hubs’s friends for having fantastic companions. It might appear to be an odd group of gals but we somehow always have a kickass time together. Love them. All of ’em. Don’t want to change any of ’em.
But yes, Mrs. Rev and I spent the day shopping, eating, crafting and photographing. I do not lie [much], internet, Mrs. Rev entertained me for almost eight hours today. Bless her heart. She instructed me on how to build a light box (more of that to come later) and then we hit up the Balloon Glow that ended abruptly because of stormy forecasts (more of that also to come later). The Balloon Glow was Mrs. Rev’s idea as I knew nothing about it. She also got some way cool shots so there may be some featuring in the future. Too bad the rain decided to crash our fun. Boo rain, boo.
Anywho, the point of this post is to introduce her because I write about her so often and well, people like to put a face with a name. All you really need to know is Mrs. Rev is a beautiful woman – inside and out – with a quiet personality and a contagious giggle. And I love the fact that she puts up with my endless supply of lame jokes and bakes cakes. Because I do have an endless supply of lame jokes and her cakes are so so good (aren’t they, AmyHasBangs??). Yes, a very beautiful person indeed.
I never take my friends for granted – they are the family I get to choose and each one of them have helped me in one way or another. I have friends to shop with, friends to watch movies with, friends to drink beer with… the list could go on. I do manage to eat food with all of my friends though. But they all mean so much to me and I think so often we forget the things our friends do for us. I, on the other hand, realize how much of a PITA I am and love them for even inviting me along for the ride.
Note: PITA is an acronym for Pain In The Ass. Use it wisely, my friends, because you never know who’s up to date on the texting lingo. It may surprise you.