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
7 comments:
And don't you for one second think that we don't have that empty bottle's companion -- the bullet. Because we do. Oh, we do.
And you *better* have kept it.
Love it!
Ellie
Those comments! I love them!
Love,
Cardboard Cutout Ellie
Sigh, remember when people used to comment?
Alice's comment is my favorite!
xo,
b
So great! The bullet bottle *does* totally does look like a dildo. Did you keep the gun, Beth?
xoxo
Jacquie
Well, most of them were *us*, conversing with eachother . . .
;)
E
Yes, kept the gun.
Atta girl.
E.
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