I’m no therapist but…

February 25, 2009

What do you do when your best friend is going through a rough spell and you live 5 states away?  Make her a bully doll…that’s what.    I guess you could liken it to one of these…although this one is stuffed with beans (hey it’s the best I could do at 11pm last night)…I fully expect her to document the demise of this doll, whether she beats it with a stick, throws rocks at it, or rips his eyes off.  (Trust me…he deserves it)


©2009 Heather L. Young

So off to the post office I go!  Oh and I’ve got a foodie print going all the way to Arizona!  Yay!  Be sure to get yours before they’re all gone!

September 23, 2007

Five years ago, my best friend Leslie joined a bowling league and ruined our bi-annual bowling tournaments.  Not that either of us was that good at bowling, but it was simply tradition…when she came to Savannah, or I went to Chicago, one of the first things we did was hit up the bowling alley, and compete until our fingers were blistered, and we’d had too much beer to drive home…Call me bitter, but I hadn’t entered a bowling alley in nearly 5 years…until last night.   Nick and I ventured out to bowl with an old pal, Dawn….(who I might add, has a personality much like that of Leslie’s.)  I won’t tell you the scores, suffice to say she cleaned house…but I did bring home the following….