Let Me Tell You 'Bout My Best Friend

yes, I'm talking about Sarah Ander--i mean, Penly. I've been visiting her and her hubby for the past few days and i'll be here till sunday but let me tell you, i forgot how much we laugh at eachother. Today we went to trashcan mountain...i mean Mt. Trashmoore. yes, a mountain actually made of trash. Which in and of itself was hilarious and then her husband, Justin (who i will refer to as J-dog from now on) kept trying to get her to run down the side of it. Well this ended up with a lot of drama and screaming until finally she sat down three year old style and refused to move...so he drug her on her butt and it was hilarious. then she had so much fun that she made me do it too. While she was distracted by me sitting on the side of the hill laughing her grabbed her from behind and started running, but i guess that her feet couldn't keep up with her and so i see these arms flail up into the air and this big bush of blonde hair go flying as she falls over sideways and starts rolling down the rest of the way...all the while J-dog just keep on running and looks back at her like "what happened?" I know that it can't nearly be as funny reading about it as it was to watch it happen but i seriously almost peed on myself. Then this afternoon she was singing an Ashlee Simpson song so i punched her in what i thought was her thigh, but it was actually her knee and i could hear it reverberate from the coffee table so she punched me three times to "make it even" which isn't even AT ALL, so we got in a good old fashioned fist fight. The whole while J-dog is sitting next to us flipping through the chanels. I love you Sarah, but i wouldn't fall asleep tonight if i were you.