girls for life, girls for life

I've mentioned my cousin, Lynds, a couple times up in hurr in this little blog of mine, and soon I hope to write a nice lengthy entry about why we're best friends.

But for now? Let's just say, there's nothing like driving through suburbia on a Monday night with no destination in mind, eating Dairy Queen Blizzards, blasting the Pussycat Dolls and singing at the top of your lungs, and having the brat in the passenger seat screaming when to make a turn.

Oh yeah, and talking at length about boobs. Can't beat it.