A Critical Mass of Jody-ness

I appreciate that the comments yesterday were helpful and supportive, rather than pointing and laughing, which, let's be clear, would have been totally justified.

It was fine. I felt a little hopped up for a couple of hours but I was able to read and write. My eyes and mouth were dry, but I'm not sure they were that much drier than usual - I did drink a lot of water. My sister (also Jody, how fun is that) assured me that this was a pretty good medication to make this mistake with, especially if it was only once. On the up side, my allergy symptoms were nonexistent for the first time in weeks = I asked my sister if I should just take six times the normal dose every day since it was so effective. She said no.

I sent her stuff like this all day. It is super fun being my sister. 

Continuing on with the subject of how awesome Jody is, I fear I have to tell you all something distressing. We went to the One World Bazaar a few weeks ago, like we always do, and I drove us. We did our usual wander, our usual finding of animal figurines that resemble Jody because they are angry (once Eve and I were dropping off a birthday present to Jody; we were going to a scary movie later that night, and she was explaining why she couldn't come. She asked us "when you think of me, what is the first emotion that springs to mind?" We both said "Anger?" and she was inordinately pleased (the subtext was that being scared makes her angry).

I was wearing a dress I had bought quite a while ago and couldn't decide how I felt about. It was a maxi dress, which I always like the look of, but since my boobs have started their downward slide I feel like my legs are my best feature, plus I'm not sure I'm tall enough to carry them off. I wore it thinking I would ask Jody's opinion, because I was confident she would tell me the truth, much like Collette always does (we were once in Toronto staying with a friend of a friend to go to Wicked, and I walked in the room and said "does this necklace go with this dress?" Collette looked up from magazine, said "yep" and looked back down. The friend's husband said "that was kind of perfunctory" and I said "yeah, but if it was bad, she would have looked up and said "nope" and looked back down." So anyway, Jody said she liked it, and then a random woman at the bazaar also said she liked it and that it looked good on me, which probably means she overheard me saying  I knew it was a nice dress but couldn't decide if it was good on me. So that was kind of her. 

After the bazaar (we have to use 'bizarre' when we text each other about it because we are infantile, and I live in fear that I will type the wrong one on here by accident) we went down the street to the tiny little Burgers and Shakes that has been there forever. We usually go grab milkshakes on our way home (chocolate for her, cherry for me). The parking lot is also tiny, and there are sports fields in the same location, so there was no place to park except between two big trucks on a grassy hill that slanted downwards. I backed in and asked her if I needed to straighten out and she said "no, you're fine." When we got back to the car, this is what I saw.

Now HOW am I ever going to trust her again?