A Fearsome Foursome

Mistah and I have been friends with My Girl Nancy and her man Jonny for years.

Years!

And when we get together with those two? Well, we have ourselves a Time . . .

. . . every time.

We're beach buddies in the summer and fireplace buddies in the winter and swim meet buddies during the highschool swim season, and every once in a while we ditch their kids and just the four of us get together for fabulous baked ziti (if I do say so myself) (oh, and I do) and salad and a baguette and roasted garlic and have ourselves a Time . . .

. . . and look good doing it.

If I do say so myself.

Oh, and I do.

The thing about Nancy, though, is once the camera is out, she is not content to just sit on the couch and look good. No, we need to wander around the house, finding all the good spots for a self-timer.

Like the Caribbean:

And the Ottoman:

It took us a while to get it right (that's my face under your hand, dude) . . .

. . . but we had lots of time to practice.

And, really, what's more fun than eating ziti and drinking fabulous wine and posing with your best friends on your ottoman on a cold March night? Nothing, that's what. You just practice and practice and practice.

Until you reach perfection.