Backseat Bingo

*Disclaimer: my mother-in-law wanted me to make sure everyone knew that these are not actual cigarettes. Ya know, just in case you thought i was into that sort of stuff...:)


I was born for Murder Mystery Parties; 

and when they fall within a day of my birthday, all the better.

I've never been more attracted to this madman.

We got to write our own character:

Ms. Vivian Rose is a California girl who spends her time where she believes a woman belongs--in the kitchen. Fulfilling the “essence of womanhood” is her highest priority. She was once married to the extremely wealthy, but chauvinistic, Jeremiah Foxworth, who she tried, futilely, to keep satisfied with her girlish charm and to-die-for-cooking, but it was common knowledge that he was habitually unfaithful. I say, was married, because he died prematurely in his bed after dinner, about 2 years ago, of an undiscovered cause. Vivian mourned as well as one can for a man like Jeremiah, but as of recent, she can be seen, looking quite cheery, on the arm of a Mr. Jack Thompson, the long time associate of her deceased husband. From the looks of things, they are getting quite serious...

Jack Thompson is a charming man who can win a friend with his effortlessness smile. He lives an honorary life which he fills with the jovial companionship of his international cliental. Although he could understandably become engulfed in the incalculable lucre of the game he plays, he keeps his morals at top priority and thus earns the respect of everyone under his influence.
By all accounts, he sounds like a gentleman of the highest degree; he does, however, have a secret. There is one year he cannot account for. A year of complete disappearance in his life that he will never speak of. When you find him alone, thinking, one may assume he is thinking of that year, as if he left something behind. Something he can’t quite forget. Business associate with Francis, Foxworth’s eldest son.

World Class

My mom's the shiz.

World Traveler

The Group

Also, did you see this post?
I cried a little bit.
best.thing.ever. 
Seriously, though, isn't she the greatest?

Thanks for the birthday wishes...now if i could just get rid of this sty on my eye. gah!