I know, Beth. I was trying to find a non-foot gross photo, but the only gross photos I had were my poison ivied arms from 2 Novembers ago, and I couldn't bear to post them -- a little *too* vivid if you know what I mean.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz
2 comments:
I can't believe I don't have a gross foot photo to showcase. I'm feeling kind-of left out.
Lovin' the lime pulp though!
xoxo,
Beth
I know, Beth. I was trying to find a non-foot gross photo, but the only gross photos I had were my poison ivied arms from 2 Novembers ago, and I couldn't bear to post them -- a little *too* vivid if you know what I mean.
And, well, you just have gorgeous tootsie-toes.
E
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