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The Saga of the Real Magnolias....

Now, let me preface this by saying I should be packing! However, it is difficult (closer to pert near impossible -- yes, Southerners can say "pert near" and get away with it) to stay focused when I have so many memories running through my head. It doesn't help that the "O-fficial Real Magnolia Blackmail Book" is laying open beside me begging me to turn each page and have a good laugh or cry, whichever is more convenient for that memory.

I feel that I should start with something slow and easy and then work up to the stuff that will make you fall out of your chair laughing. And if you don't fall out of your chair, that's your own fault and you have no sense of humor. Because every single time o
ne of us discussed any of our Real Magnolia events, we fell out of our chairs and still do!! It just can't be helped! Regardless of your sense of humor, or lack thereof, the most important thing you should remember is that there ARE photos. In order to protect the identify of those involved, I won't be able to post most of the photos. However, there is one photo that we deemed "priceless" and I am posting it below. The face of the Real Magnolia involved has been deleted. Not for her sake mind you, but to prevent embarrassment to the innocent bystanders involved. We considered this photo priceless because it involved Girlfriend Rule Number One - If you don't remember what was going on, it's best not to ask!




If you want to know the story behind this particular photo, you will need to check back another day.  The photo is a teaser for the stories to come!  ;-)

I'm just sayin,

Comments

t said…
Ha... ha... well, unfortunately I didn't get to take part in many of your excursions... but I do believe I recognize the heels and nails..
Benita said…
We missed you on those excursions!! Funny you should say that you recognize the shoes and nails. My hubby said the same thing. He was oh so wrong....LOL! Love you girl!
Sam said…
hehehe..... I am sure that was not because "she" couldn't leave on her on... "she" probably just didn't want to yet. That would be my guess. ; )
Nikki said…
She was MORE than capable of leaving on her own..being incapacitated was not the problem. I think the problem was in Mississippi! ;-)

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