Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Eau du Trisha (if I have to stink, so do you!)

I have a friend named Trisha
her face looks like a disha (beautifulness)
She has a sexy body and makes the boys turn to doggy's
and then she runs away and laughs(a)!

I made a deal with my buddy Trish that I would write a blog about her if she finally posted a blog after a 2-month strike. The deal was that she would write about me and I would write about her... so check me out http://www.fuckingoverwhelming.blogspot.com/

So I have this hot friend named Trish (sorry boys, she's taken... by ME). She's one of a kind! She's like a Recees Peanut Butter cup.. A sexy outer shell, and a delicious inside. But it makes people wonder, how on earth did they do that?? Well let me tell you! First Mr. and Mrs. Moffat met, they fell in love, they did NOT have sex but instead a stork delivered little baby Trish to their front porch. The stork understood that baby Trish needed to be treated like a princess so he decided that one child would suffice for Mr. and Mrs. Moffatt.

They obviously did a very good job of raising her because here she is today, in a ruffled bikini with her hand in a cast. How she got her hand in a cast you might ask? She was looking for her running shoes. Yes that’s right, looking for running shoes. On contrary to popular belief, she was not having sex with my roomie in some wild position and lost her balance and messed up all the ligaments and have a possible hairline fracture, but she was looking for running shoes. Nice one Trish!

So Trish and I met because I thought she was hot and I wanted to be friends with her. My first memory of her was... oh yeah, I was watching a movie with Tony and she came down. Somebody rang the doorbell so I got up to answer it and the little snake stole my spot!! "I'll get you my pretty" is what I said in my mind. So here I am now, almost a year later, getting my revenge!

Trish and I used to fight for the bathroom on a constant basis, but since we moved, now we don't have to. Though I still sometimes get a peak of her in a towel scampering to Ryan’s room. I live for moments like that. Trish is my hump day partner, my secret lover, my eye candy, my tanning partner and my dancing partner. She instantly makes my day better by just smiling at me. She's dating my brother Ryan, and I couldn't be happier for them. You see a light in both their eyes whenever they are around each other. You can feel like compassion and love between them. It makes me happy to know that if they can find each other, there is still hope for the rest of us!

This past year has been full of amazing moments, laughs, frustration, stress, love and the occasional cry. ("Thumbs up", "Whose in the pooper") I'm so glad this bright light has been brought into my world, "because with out youuuuu my life would be grayyyyyy" (in a sing song voice).

So cheers to my darling Trish, here's to you, to me, and to the future.
I love you!
Kelly

4 comments:

MsPatricia said...

My dear Kelly,
For the record, I stated that you stank like roses! ROSES!! (And struck seductive poses).
You made me almost pee my pants while reading that.

And for the record... I was looking for my running shoes.

Loveya.

Your Secret Admirer
(Thumbs up)

~Kelly~ said...

I was just reinstating that you did indeed break your arm looking for running shoes. I was attempting to squash those nasty rumors that you were not an angel.. who started those anyways???

Miss.Emily said...

OMG I think I did pee my pants reading that! That's too cute Kel, and you just reminded me that I'm forgetting to keep up with my Odes.

PS, Trish... we all know you weren't looking for your running shoes when you did that. Lets stop the charade!

MsPatricia said...

seriously! running shoes!