My friend Diana (you may remember her from all the times I’ve referred to her as “BFF”) came out from Maryland to visit last week. Saturday she came over and hung out all day… and then spent the night. Yes, we had an adult sleepover. I’m not sure if that’s a weird thing or not… but there it is. It was first time that I’d seen her in a year, and yet I took no pictures. Yeah, seriously… no pictures. I’m a moron. So instead, I have illustrated the whole event with Barbies. You’re just going to have to use your imaginations…

The afternoon started out with us sitting around talking. And that’s actually pretty much what we did for the entire afternoon. Diana and I are talkers. Oh, not really individually… when you put us together, though, there is lots of talking. Hurried, excited, giggly talking. With frenzied hand gestures. We sat in the kitchen and chatted. Zoe sat under the table with a camera, video taping our legs and the carpet while capturing the audio of our conversations.

As you can see, Zoe was wearing a wedding dress for the afternoon. I had on a lovely pink stole, and Diana wore a red ballerina outfit. Diana also did my hair in a glamorous up-do. You may notice the cake. There was cake. My mom recently got me the Pampered Chef microwave rice cooker… which is the coolest invention. Because you can cook a cake in it! In the microwave! In 8 minutes! And it comes out frosted! I couldn’t help but be all excited to show Diana… and force her to eat half of it. The poor woman…

That evening we went to dinner together while Jon watched Jachin and Zoe. Diana and I took Deacon with us.

Yay! A tired baby at a restaurant!

As you can see, Deacon was dressed as a Storm Trooper for the evening. Perhaps that is why he insisted on screaming and throwing things on the floor the entire time we were there. We finally got boxes and took our food to go.

Next we got in pajamas and watched a movie. It was The Fall, one of my favorites. Have you still not seen this movie?? Diana hadn’t either, even though I have been singing its praises for a year now. So I made her watch it.

I loved watching it with her, because it’s the kind of movie that has things like imagery and symbolism… and yet you can still eat Twizzlers and chocolate while you watch it.

She loved it. I knew that she would. You need to watch it, too. Right now. Go.

After the movie, we went to bed. Because it was late… it was, like, 10pm. (Diana doesn’t really do late.)

Diana wears an orthodontic retainer device at night, which I had never seen before. But when you have adult sleepovers, you get to see all kinds of neat stuff.

Because of her neck issues, she couldn’t sleep on the couch or the floor or anything. (Like I would make her sleep on the floor…) Instead, she slept on Zoe’s bed.

Zoe’s bed was a bit small, but the mattress is seriously comfortable.

(Incidentally, we made Zoe sleep in the backyard in a tent.)

(Not really.)

The next day Diana had to leave for Colorado to visit her parents. I waved from the front porch, managing to smile, but then as her car drove out of sight, I cried. Zoe did, too.

I miss Diana and her ballerina outfit and her night-time orthodontic retainer.

Until next time, BFF.

Some people are born blond; others of us are born to be blond.

I am one of the latter. I love me some bleach. My sis-in-law, Jenn, is my stylist. She keeps me looking sunny and ditsy… and appearing to have more fun.

This morning Jachin informed me that I’m due for a touch up.

“Have you noticed that your hair is blond on this side, and blond on this side, with a black stripe right down here?” he said, karate chopping me on my part.

“Yes, those are called ‘roots’,” I said. “Jenn is doing my hair tomorrow.”

“What? You don’t like it like that?”

“Umm, no.”

“I think it’s awesome. You look like a super-hero.”

I’m off to buy a cape and some tights. Fish-nets… y’know, to go with the bleach.

I took the kids to the BYU Museum of Art yesterday. They have a Walter Wick exhibit set up now that is amazing. After going through all of the I Spy sets and optical illusion photographs, we wandered the museum looking at other things.

We came upon Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe print:

“Do you know who that is… without looking at the name?” I asked Jachin.

“Umm… Britney Spears?”

“Close enough.”