My angle best friend, Brittany, brought me a Dr. Pepper the other day.
How do I repay her? By telling her I made her cookies, then admitting they weren't made for her, but telling her she can have some, then eating them all by myself on accident, and then hopefully making more for her before she reads this. That's not a fake story.
This is Brittany:
And just because they make me happy, let's look at some more best friend memories!
Goose and Maverick....with hair. You can't keep us off the dance floor.
Sometimes we work out.
Our end of semester celebration at Tempe Market Place. Ran into a guy on stilts. Remember Britt? "Take a leg ladies, take a leg!"
There was that year we went as nerds for haloween. The costume became complete after about 3 hours and 1 relunctant trip into hot topic.
Then, of course, there was lots of psych watching, dr. pepper drinking, date story telling, delicious food cooking [mostly baked delicious things], double dating, dance partying, pizza thai food and pita jungle eating, side-splititng laughing, inside joke making and telling, backstreet boys listening, disney movie watching, wing manning, and then a few other things.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is that Brittany is the bomb, and I'm pretty lucky.