heels

Ohmygosh New Years was a blast. I have bruises on my feet because I decided to be brave and try heels at an all night dance party. But oh hey, let's give 500 life points to me because despite my footwear I didn't fall or roll my ankle once. While dancing. This is a big deal.

Also,  my little sister is having a party tonight with her friends. I swear, she has more friends in this house than I ever did in all of junior high and high school combined. But you know who I did and still do have?

My best friend.
Shoot dang did we have a riot on New Years.

It's amazing what determination, self timer, and a tripod can do for ya. Aka. I have dozens and dozens of these photos. And I love everyone of them.

peace and sparkling cider

rrw

dating guidelines. kinda.

Since I've already admitted to using and enjoying the social media dating application known as Tinder, I've decided to give a little inside advice about it, or at least the guidelines that I think all users should have to follow in order to use it. I mean, I've been on it for almost a week now so I'm completely qualified to do this. Yes, these are my personal views and/or opinions. And yes, they are right. So here you go.


A Guide Through Tinder: Get the Fire Started by Rachel Weiler
All observations come from a girl's first impressions of Tinder. Buckle up boys.

1. Dress to Impress.

You are strong. You like to lift. You have muscles. And that picture of you carrying a dead yak obviously tells me that you could carry me over the threshold of our home once we are married. I appreciate this. I appreciate this a lot. But I have yet to swipe right on a guy who is shirtless and flexing in more than one of his pictures. I'll allow one because I mean...it's nice sometimes.

2. Quality Matters.
If the first photo I see of you is grainy and dark, I swipe left without even thinking twice. But no matter what your interests or distance or little bio with a quote from a TV show I don't know says, if you have a high quality picture, I WILL stop and think twice. I'll probably click to see your other pictures as well. So leave the mirror selfie for when we're a couple and we go shopping together and you need me to see how ridiculous the tie die pants I picked out for you are and you don't want to come out of the changing room.

We all do it.

"Am I wearing booty shorts and a cupcake top?" mirror selfie.

3. It's who you know.
As the Spice Girls would say, "If you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends." Buddy, the more mutual friends we have, the better. In fact, that is my key deciding factor. In my head, the more friends we have in common, the less of a stranger you are and the less creepy it is for me to be talking with you/making plans to meet. "No, I'm not planning to go spend time with a complete stranger. I'm going to spend time with this guy who is friends with that one person I met in a gas station on my way to Canada three years ago. It's basically like we know each other already. #soulmates."

4. First Encounter
If we've matched, I'm waiting for you to message. Sorry. I just am. I mean, I've already given you the assurance that I think you're cute. So be brave. Sara Bereilles will be proud. Do it. Talk to me. I'm not as scary as everyone apparently thinks I am (which is a post for a different day) and will probably just end up rambling about how I smashed a raw egg on my head for Christmas. Maybe you saw it?

And yes, I did talk about this with a Tinder match. We aren't talking anymore.

5. Be Sharp, not Dull
I have been highly impressed with a few of the gentlemen who have struck up conversation with me on Tinder. When the response makes me laugh, I message back immediately. If the conversation starter is "Hey, *insert some sort of comment on my physical appearance*" I don't respond.

Sheesh. That came across cold. Maybe I'm scarier than I think I am.

6. It Stays Within Tinder
On the occasion that I come across someone I know outside of Tinder, I swipe left. There are a few arguments for and against this going around in my head, but if he hasn't asked you out in person already, and he's on Tinder, then there's probably not much use in it, right? Unless of course you just want to see if they'd respond the same way. Or you have previously agreed to swipe right for each other. Which, contrary to popular belief, is not pathetic and sad.


Well, there you have it. The foolproof and effective way of using Tinder. You know what's interesting? Most all of these guidelines can somehow apply to dating in real life. So you are welcome. I've just handed you the key to success in pursuing...me.

How wonderful for you.

peace and turtle necks
i. love. these. things.

rrw

confessions of...me.

You know those moments when you realize something about yourself that you really wish you hadn't realized because living in denial is better than accepting them? ...take a moment and go read that again. I mean, I have this mental image of who I am and I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty dang sophisticated, funny, and charismatic in my head. And then I realize who I actually am and my mental-me just goes "Ah Rach.....really?" Well, this week the real me had to respond to mental-me with an ashamed "Yeah. Really." Here are a few of those things that caused me to wonder at myself.

*I like Katy Perry. I do. I've resisted so hard for so long but honestly, I just can't help letting my inner lioness sing along when I hear "Roar" on the radio. And there's no way to not love "Unconditionally," especially when your dad suddenly makes it a song about your favorite type of hair product.

*I'm that person in the movie theater that laughs. Out loud. And gets the over the shoulder look from the people in front of her. I don't know when this started happening, but it just did. I swear it was just yesterday that I was a moody teenager who never wanted anyone to know she had emotions. Besides moody of course.

*I'm done being single. gasp. I know, I know. I had that whole "#singleforlife" hashtag thing going and it's kind of a taboo thing for someone to actually admit. Maybe it's just all of the Hallmark Channel movies about people being reunited with that person they've always loved during the most romantic time of the year. Or all the twinkle lights. I swear. Twinkle lights were invented to make you want to cuddle. I hate them. But I love them. Oh so much.

Anyway, what was I saying before I made twinkle lights my arch nemesis? Oh yeah. Taking a break from singlehood. Thus...

*I'm on Tinder. YOU GUYS. I'm on Tinder. I don't even know what to think about myself right now. And in all reality, I'm terrible at it. It is so stressful and I can't ever swipe either way without messaging my best friend (who got me into it in the first place) asking what the social protocol is. But dang, it's pretty fun. This is also my public apology for calling it "morally repugnant." My words can't get down my throat fast enough.

*I fought really hard at a white elephant gift exchange for this.

And then took way too many self timer pictures with it. These are 4 of...more than 4.

ps. to my future roommates. Is it ok if he moves in with me? He could be our mascot. Or protector. Or friend. I mean, once you see his chest you will understand. Promise. Ok. Thanks.

Yeah, that whole "let's not be single anymore" thing is just going to take off. I know it.

Well, I'm done voluntarily humiliating myself. How many times did you wince for me? Or blush and wish it were over? Probably not more than my mental-me. She's wondering why the heck I even put this post together. Dang it, I can't be as classy as you, ok!

And now I'm talking to myself. 

22 is going to be a good year.

Oh, and I also realized that I cannot wear tights without getting holes/runs in them. #stayclassyfolks

peace and birthday banners

no my birthday related posts will never end.

rrw

дедушка

The Russian word of the day is дедушка. It's pronounced "jdedushka" and translates to "grandpa." (compare with бабушка, or babushka, for grandma) This is the word of the day because yesterday I did Macklemore proud and went to the thrift store, where I'm pretty sure I bought and wore a Ukrainian grandad's clothes. Or, a дедушка's clothes. What can I say, I look incredible. And have totally mastered the Ukrainian pose. #ducklipsforlife

I know you were all so worried that you'd never see another selfie of me because my phone is no longer in my possession. Don't worry. I've obviously got it covered. There's no getting between a girl and her selfies.

And oh my gosh did I just do an "outfit of the day?!"

 #ootd #styleblogger #sothisiswhatitfeelslike

The jacket and shoes were purchased at the thrift store. Because someone was super smart and brought shoes that make her feet bleed. And my host sister and mom insisted on the jacket because they have some that look just like it. We're twins now. Precious. no but really, it is. They take such good care of me. Speaking of jackets, I wish I had a picture of what went down in this place last night. The second night I was here my host family invited me to go skiing with them in December. Obviously I was all over that, but was sad because I had no ski clothes with me. My host dad said he'd figure something out and last night he pulled out his old ski jacket and had me try it on, including a helmet he must have found somewhere.

It buried me, but dang it, it'll work And I'll be the most attractive skier on the slopes come December.

In other news, I'm still teaching English. The kids are adorable, especially when 1:00 pm hits (or 13,00 as they say here) and I get to say, "Goodbye! Goodbye! See you tomorrow!" Yeah, that's when they're most adorable. And I guess in this picture too.

I teach a class full of girls. It's a party. They give the most precious hugs.

Although...should I be worried about this?

Well, now that I've showered, emailed, drunken my herbal tea (given to me by the bishop so pretty sure it's ok), eaten my Ukrainian cake/eclair wonder thing and blogged, I think I call it a night. Yeah all you Americans, it's nighttime here.

peace and marshrutkas

someday i'll tell you about my experiences on these beauties

rrw

ukraine: a week later

Dear Ukraine,

I thought we were getting along so well. I immediately grew to love your people, public transportation, and food. I told everyone how much I enjoyed it here, even while it rained. I took pictures of everything and exclaimed over the differences from America, noting the things that were better here. The Russian language was like music to my ears and I sought to learn it. You were my second home.

And then you stole my phone.

I feel betrayed and hurt. Now everywhere I look I see potential thieves and plots to ruin my experience here instead of fascinating people, beautiful clothes, and babushki with flowers. How are we going to fix this, Ukraine? You made me cry. And I don't like crying.

So to the Ukrainian who now has my phone, I suggest opening the app entitled "Gospel Library" and learning a little bit about what being a thief actually entails in the eternal scheme of things. I'm going to try to forgive this betrayal of trust and continue to love European chocolate to my heart's content, but I will never forget.

And to my dear Galaxy. I'm so sorry.

rrw

ps. I'm secretly still hoping it's going to turn up somewhere, in which case I will eat this entire post full of words. Don't worry, I've eaten weirder than that lately. And I've loved it.

pps. Maybe this is my punishment for taking too many selfies with my phone. Yeah, that's gotta be it. But I mean, come on! I was just trying to do an American vs. Ukrainian pose while standing under my umbrella, ella, ella...

#imsovain #yeahthissongisaboutme #hashtag

my lip

On Friday I had a nasty accident. While again trying my hand at trail running in the canyon I live close to, I stumbled and tripped over a root or rock or freaking squirrel chilling on the trail. I don't really know what it was, but instead of my body propelling forward, it was taken by gravity and I dropped to the earth, hitting my face on a nearby rock and completely splitting my lip open.

I was in shock, clutching my face and looking for anything to stop the blood. Eventually I gave up on that, took my shirt off, stuffed it to my face, and started staggering back toward the trail head and waiting car, trying not to think about the blood flowing from my body.

I made it to the car (where were all the people around to help me? i have no idea) picked up my phone and called my mom for help, kind of mumbling and crying and yelling while stuffing the shirt as tightly as possible against my face. Fortunately she got the idea and a quick 10 minutes later we were on our way to the emergency room.

A few stitches later I walked out with fat lip and some sticky gauze all up in my business. I'm not supposed to smile, talk, laugh, chew, or in anyway use facial expressions in communication. My mom suggested I use makeup to blend the bandages in with my face, to which I responded that I was actually thinking of treating it like a cast and having my friends sign it. So...any takers? You want to sign my lip?

^^^that's the closest I could get to a smile. It's beautiful. I know. Especially that fat lip of mine. #mmmm
And oh my gosh do you think my face is big enough in this thing? Yeah, me either.


In other news, all of this is a lie. I just like this story better than the real one, in which I go to the plastic surgeon to have a mole removed and walk out 25 minutes later like it's no big deal.

Maybe next time I tell the story I'll have just been in a fight with a stampeding moose or hit with a taser gun as I protected a baby during a bank robbery. Any other suggestions?

peace and plastic surgery
rrw

a look into the galaxy*

*the title of the post was chosen because almost every single thing represented in this post came from my phone, the samsung galaxy. so i thought it would be clever. and i couldn't think of anything else. so go with it?

Happy Monday everyone. I'm not entirely sure what the theme of this post is going to be. It could be the crush of the week, #nomakeupmonday, the events of my weekend, how I'm doing with the Harry Potter marathon I've got going, or the terrible dream I had last night that made me wake up with my heart beating faster than ever, convincing me that I was about to have a heart attack. stupid heart murmur. freaking me out. 

Anyway, it might just end up being all of the above. And you know what? I'm going to make it a bullet list of sorts. Because the whole connecting thoughts thing isn't going to fly right now. Let's begin.


~Maybe we should all meander over to the campus food court. My sources tell me that the new Chik-fil-a there is open for the first time today, and my sources are never wrong because my sources are my tastebuds.

~At one point over the weekend I found myself on the couch watching Becoming Jane by myself. It was quite late. I might have shed tears. And immediately sent a text to my best friend who I knew would understand, seeing as the first time we saw it in theaters she sobbed for almost a half hour after the show had ended.

Here's another conversation we had. This is pretty typical.

We should probably work on our self-esteem huh? We're just way too hard on ourselves and each other.

#worldsgreatest #rkelly

~Speaking of Becoming Jane, James McAvoy is totally the crush of the week. He kind of even reminds me of a friend of mine...

~Last week I decided I needed to reread the Harry Potter masterpieces. My dear friend has the complete set and is letting me borrow them and it's been magical. Literally. Here are a few moments from my reading thus far:

I always thought this was clever and funny.

That awesome moment when you realize the Weasley twins hit Voldemort in the face with snowballs repeatedly.

And this always gives me chills.

~Maybe it's all the Harry Potter in my life recently that's giving me bad dreams. After receiving an email late at night in which Bathilda Bagshot was discussed, I then proceeded to have the worst nightmare of my life. I was alone in a sort of hotel/hospital/jail type place. As I climbed the stairs and made my way down a hall, a hunched figure turned the corner and stared at me. I turned and immediately began running down the stairs which became and endless staircase that kept bringing me back to this:

ererrrghgggghghh

~I don't want to leave off on that ^^^^ note, so here are some pictures from the most recent wedding I attended. Yeah, I'm a moron and didn't get one with the bride and groom, but they looked spectacular, as did the mountains. And I got to do some selfies with this girl so it's all good.

Little Cottonwood Canyon

 Snowbird.

Let the skiing season begin already.

And then this guy tried to photobomb us doing a selfie so we just asked him to join in.

#fatherofthegroom #hemightworkforthecia #wedontknow #uneasyface

peace and water parks

gotta hit that place up all week

rrw

8 reasons i'll never make it big

I love this little blog of mine, not going to lie. It's been with me since the beginning of my "adult" life, when I moved out of the house and had to start pretending I could cook. still working on that. It's gone through awkward stage after awkward stage as I experimented with word art ugh and played around with pixelated pictures ughugh and thought I was more clever than I actually was. I guess it was me who was going through the awkward stages huh? And here I was thinking I had left those behind in junior high school...but I guess the fact that I had to ask my little sister if my hair looked like a mullet this weekend proves I'm still in the middle of the awkward struggle. to caroline's credit, she looked at me, burst into laughter, and then tried to choke out a "no...it's doesn't look ENTIRELY like a mullet." 

What was I trying to say? Oh right. I love my blog, but I unfortunately have realized that I will never make it big in the blogging world. Here are the reasons why. Yep, it's list time.

1. I'm a single Mormon. Now, as I've ventured through the blogging land I've noticed a few things. Mormons are everywhere awesome! and so are single women ...cool? However, the Mormons all have children or "hubbies" and the single ladies all hit up the bar/club/wherever-it-is-they-go-to-get-totally-wasted at any and every hour of the day. These two lifestyles are at the heart of all big blogs. The heart of my little blog is somewhere in Montana, eating cheese quesadillas, throbbing for Nicholas Hoult and watching Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

2. Along with number 1, I can give you no relationship advice. None. Ever. No "19 Ways to Have a Date Absolutely Every Day" or "42 Tips for the 'Touch The Elbow' Move" or "137 Essentials to Keep The Flame Alive Without Burning Down the House" will ever come from me. However, if you ever find yourself on Who Wants to be a Millionaire? and the question happens to be on Harry Potter trivia, call me immediately.

3. The people who read this blog know me outside of the blog. Let me explain. In the big blogs there will be a quick phrase or comment about how the blog is a secret, how none of their friends know about it and how terrified the writers would be if anyone they actually knew read their blog. #saywhaaaa? My family and friends are the only people who have enough mercy on me to take a glance at this thing every now and then. And bless them for it. love ya guys.

4. I don't do outfits of the day. And yes, that's a thing. With it's own hashtag "#ootd" too. That hashtag is the whole point of some of the big blogs out there. And I...well...basically clothes are the worst part of my day always. I recently went through an entire morning thinking of how pants are my personal Undesirable Number One. (HP reference right there. If you get it, we are new best friends.) Clothes make me feel less free than America before the revolution, so why in the world would I ever take a picture of my outfit? That's like taking a thumbs up picture with the serial killer who's just pulled you into his van.

5. Nicknames. I don't do them here. If I do use a nickname, it's because I actually refer to the person that way in real life. Sure, I gave it a shot a few times but it just felt weird. So I stopped. I mean really? Is this Gossip Girl or something? No. It's not. although i have been told i look like a character on that show so basically i'm a celebrity.

6. Crafts/Cooking/Home Remedies. Come on, we've already acknowledged that everyone who reads this knows me, so you KNOW that these things do not exist in my life. The closest I got was trying that gelatin thing on my face that's supposed to make your pores smaller. It smelled like puke and burned my skin so I stopped all kitchen experiments and am still trying to recover.

7. My life isn't inspiring. If you have ever been inspired by something I wrote at some point in my life, I stand in awe of you and your ability to see depth where there is none. I can think of one, maybe two posts that came from somewhere deep in my soul, but they usually...don't. Other, bigger blogs devote time to helping their readers to reach for their goals, to be brave, and to be better people. I guess I'll give it a shot.

Go ahead. Pin it.

8. I haven't watched any of The Bachelorette this season. Shun me, it's fine.

peace and chicken tacos from that one little place down on center street because holymonoly those things are good

rrw

washington wedding

Welcome to another splendid #nomakeupmonday, brought to you by my face and the song "Boyfriend" by Justin Beiber, which I was reacquainted with during the 11 hour car ride to Spokane WA this weekend and has been my main beat ever since. Along with "All Day" by Cody Simpson. I'm just a sucker for the baby-faced boys with angel voices and super slick dance moves, ok? I guess you could say they're my crush of the week this week. And you probably should say so because I'm saying so.

Before I get into what I learned during the trip/wedding, let's just acknowledge that the first of the freshmen roommates is officially a Mrs. And it's super cray cray. But I mean, with a face as beautiful as hers, it was bound to happen eventually, right? Right. Ok. Fact acknowledged.

Also, did you know there's a town in Montana called Anaconda Opportunity? True story. Ok. Let's get on with this.


Everyone says how much you learn about people when you travel with them, and I attest that this is true. But as I think about it, I learned a lot about myself during this trip. And now I'm going to share those things right....now.

*I like things I didn't think I liked.
It makes sense, ok? Especially when it comes to Salt and Vinegar chips. Which, I admit, are good. I fought and fought the purchase of these potatoes but in the end, highly enjoyed them. But seriously, I don't like cilantro.

*I talk way too loud, especially when I'm with friends.
There was a delicious barbecue we were invited to upon arriving in Spokane. I was at a table with all the girls talking about anything and everything while groaning about how many cookies we had eaten and how good the homemade raspberry sorbet was. OHMYGOSHITWASSOGOOD. I was sharing my scientifically proven hypothesis that the size of your room in college directly correlates with how quickly you get married when I realized that everyone at the barbecue was staring at our table. Fortunately people from Arkansas are hilarious so they just played along and teased me about it the rest of the weekend.  shout out to the mother-in-law

*When given the chance, I am the most awkward.
After the barbecue the bachelorette party went down. Once we all got situated the hostesses told us all to ask the bride any question we wanted, making them as awkward as we could. I jumped at this and started asking away. Well, let's just say that other questions went along the lines of what the first date was, how he proposed, when she knew she loved him etc. Mine...weren't. It's whatever though. We got the most laughs and best stories out of my questions so I count it as a success.

You know what else was a success? That wonder-banana-caramel-chocolate-icecream-fantasy thing.

And that picture of the bride. Because shoot, she's a beaut.

*I say what I want.

The bride and groom walked out to the awaiting crowd and pictures were taken. They stood there, looking almost completely perfect. There was just one thing missing. So while everyone was taking in the general splendor of the moment in a quiet way, I yelled out, "KISS HER!" He did. Perfection was reached.

the fruits of my labor

#booyah #yourewelcome

*I open up rather quickly.
There were some super adorable girl-cousins at the wedding who go to school in Oregon and are super hipster and smart and have really long legs and beautiful faces. When I met them I decided I wanted to be friends with them. So I just dove right into all the good stuff, asking about relationships, travel plans, joking about political science and my future, sharing my greatest fears and how many children I want. It got real deep real quick.

*I take a ton of pictures.
Oh wait.... everyone everywhere already knows that. Let's try a collage so you don't have to scroll so much.

meh. the collage doesn't really do it for me, ya know? oh well. it took so dang long to make i'm going to use it.

*My friends know how to pose for a picture. I do not.
Just see for yourself.

Finally, after a "Rachel, just smile normally," this one kind of happened.

*I can get aggressive in a bouquet toss.
After not getting the bouquet more times than I can count this summer, I decided it was time. It was time for the flowers to be mine. The elbows were up and my dad would have been proud of the boxing out that went down in that crowd of girls. In the end, they're mine. So....now I just start planning and wait for Mr. Right, right?

little sucker is mine.

*I'm not scared of strangers. Men, specifically.
On more occasions than I'd like to own up to, but must, I "made eyes" at men on the way through Idaho, Montana, and Washington.

The first was at Five Guys. I was starving. And really didn't want to wait for my food. So I tried to be charming with the cashier and the other guy behind the counter, asking questions about stupid things. Somehow it worked and I got my food before the people who had ordered ahead of me. #score.

There might have been an incident in the basketball gym when I really wanted to use one of the basketballs the other guys were using, another on the side of the freeway when we needed duct tape for the front of the car and I decided that the man in the maintenance truck would be a good person to ask (he offered me everything else he had and suggested the Walmart across the road, giving directions, but ultimately failed us), the tall young man in the gas station who I sweet talked 5 pieces of duct tape out of without paying, and the cowboy who stopped and insisted on helping with the duct tape job I had just finished. He left with a "I don't know why anyone else hasn't offered to help you already."

I had an ecclesiastical leader my freshman year who once talked about the "womanly hex." I'm beginning to think there's quite a bit of potential there....

..............................

All in all, it was great weekend with really fun people who were nice enough to put up with all my nonsense.

And...now I feel worn out from this post. Is that pathetic or what? Don't judge. Please.

Happy weddings!
peace and popcorn bars

rrw

next top model

I've been looking forward to this post for a long time aka since monday and I'll probably read through it enough times to make the "number of times viewed" statistic skyrocket from the usual 7 per post to about 381.

I laughed while we were snapping photos, I laughed when I went through the photos, I laughed when I thought of the idea for a post, I laughed as I typed, and I'm laughing now in anticipation. And that is why I blog. Because behind all the typing and editing and photo-ing and html-ing I'm usually laughing.
just so you know. because like, i knew you wanted to.

So now I give you...

Lindsay vs. Rachel: Battle of the Poses

The Door Frame

While Lindsay opts for the sultry stare, slightly pursed lips and flattering leg bend with gentle hands, I opt for the pigeon-toed, "I have to hold the wall up and look how surprised I am about that" look while making myself look 5 inches shorter than normal, because we all know that tall models are overrated. 

The Face Shot 

Embracing my inner eagle, I fly towards the camera with the majesty of the wind in my hair as I taste victory in the air. Somewhat surprised by the intimate distance of the lens, Lindsay kept it together and also worked the casual breeze while showing a small grin that hints to something more behind those long, hooded lashes. maybe the stroller is hers?



The Arch

Is that Superwoman? No, just Lindsay looking off into the distance, challenging any trouble maker on a segway to dare cross her steamy eyes and akimbo arms. While she's protecting the land, I bring out my inner Princess Diaries and pop my foot, waiting for my Prince Charming to get back from wherever the heck he went. i'm holding the pose until he gets here.



The Brick Pillar Lean

Lindsay seems to have a secret in this Secret Garden as she casually leans against the brick pillar, eyeing the camera with a certain sweetness that makes you wonder where she's been and where she's going. I chose the shoulder slump and laugh to show how comfortable I am against the hard brick while I stand on my ankle, proving my flexibility in difficult situations.



The Double Double 

In this double whammy both contestants attempt to connect to nature. I go for the "Sound of Music" look while I dance to the music of the hills. they must be playing "Baby" by jbeibs. Lindsay seems to take a Pocahontas spin on the theme, letting the colors of the wind paint beautiful pictures in her windswept hair as she takes the form of a diving swan.

In the end, Tyra called us both up. Look for us on the next cover of Elle Magazine. 

peace and posing

rrw

*additional pictures. 

#itsforfun -to be said in a nacho libre voice.

It's the attack of the apes.

do i really walk like that? 

i hope so

Can-Can at the Colosseum

it's what i kept calling this wooden structure. 

i mean, look at those arches.

Sassy hips.

My model strut.

Obviously.

Wait, where are my hips?

Ok.
...whatever.

Basking.

Man, if I were into those cheesy quotes on friendship I'd totes put one here. Love this girl.
#sisterwivesforever