Hella makes me swear.

If you head on over to Hella's blog, you can read about how foul mouthed we are. She got a kick out of my attempt not to swear (as one of my "I'm a good Catholic girl Lent promises"). First off, I swear (hehe) that I've been doing really, really, really good. That is until I meet up with her. Within 5 seconds the barrage of cuss words and dirty insults start. I can't help it. It makes her laugh and we go off into hysterics. I know. I know. Grow up Sassy. I even managed to asked our waiter if he'd tea bag me...but she does a better job of explaining that one...
We had a great time at the car show, and I got to drool over the cars I love best. It was nice to catch up with her in person (in between cuss words of course) as always.

On that note: I stole this idea from a few people. Take this quiz. See how well you know me. I don't think it's very hard ;-)