First of all, I really need to get something out of the way and that is a slew of pictures of Kate. The girl is ALWAYS READY FOR A PHOTO-OP. You cannot point a camera in her direction without her giving the "Oh! You're taking a picture of little old mmeee?" smile. It is a talent I do not have and this is why I prefer to be behind the camera.
In all fairness, no one worked the cap and gown quite like Margann. (Do I have to call her Margaret now that she's a college graduate? nawwwwww)
All three of us being together made it extremely apparent that they live in sunny California and Texas and I live in... Dorridge. I AM SO PALE. I am a sickly ghost compared to them. Taking gym classes with British people has really altered my perception of my "tan-ness" to the point where I decided not to apply the teensiest bit of self-tanner before the trip. Bad move. (Although even as I write this I'm looking at my arms thinking "Hey, I'm not so pale!") So, so pale. SMH haha (I had to say that because while I was with Margann this weekend someone texted her that and we had to google it to find out that it means "shaking my head").
We helped Margann clean out her room in the house she lives in. She is a nastay dirty person, people. Gross messy. Don't even get me started on the bathroom. Jeff would weep to see her treat a bathtub with such a cavalier attitude. You gots to cherish those bathtubs right, Jeff?
This is pretty much how the weekend went - the Princess, the Groupie, and the (Pale) Paparazzo.
We ended up taking three bags of her clothes home with us on Monday and she'll bring the rest when she flies to Portland tonight. I think I have a lot of clothes, but I'm pretty sure Margann and Kate have me beat in that department. I did recognize a few things that belonged to me back in the day though.... but that's sisters for you.
