He sat next to me on my bed with his chin up and a smile.  Cocky little brat!  His tail wagging casually behind his furry behind.  As if nothing happened he jumped off the bed and padded towards the door.  Rascal jumped on to his back paws and used his front to scratch at the door nob.  Do I have to tell you it opened.  Without a glance he walked out.  I am 100 percent unsurprised.  I knew that dog was special.

“Did he just?”  Ky asked looking at the door in shock.  I nodded and grabbed a pair of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

I looked like hell.  I spent yesterday with Spencer wallowing in self pity.  We all need to sometimes.  She just stayed there with me and held me close.  She made me feel safe, something I need.  The blonde had an uncanny sixth sense like me.  We just know what the other needs without any sort of verbal communication.  

Not once did she complain.  Even when I ranted non stop for ten minutes about bananas.  I don’t know why bananas they’ve just been on my mind.  I won’t go over the rant.  It was painful enough the first time.

I looked into the mirror and groaned.  In less than two hours I’d be facing the devil women herself.  I wonder how much plastic surgery she’s had since I last saw her.  I wonder if her breast grew another cup size.  Or if her cheek bones and climbing higher up her face.  How much botox can you have before its illegal.  I mean all that shit they inject can’t be healthy.  If I was your body I’d be pissed.  

It was still such an unreal feeling.  I knew it was going to happen but I couldn’t picture it.  I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my mother was coming.  I really don’t know what to think other that… UGH

I have a special outfit picked out for today.  A pair of short denim shorts with flashy chains.  And a tight low cut tank thats practically see through.  Don’t worry my pink bra looks very nice.

Mom is gonna freak.  She hates when I dress ‘immodest’.   And this is her telling me.  The queen of cleavage!  I don’t try to dress like a slut.  We all have our own tastes and this just happens to be mine.  I don’t do the ruffles and perky prints like my sister.