I sent a sassy birthday card to one of my dearest friends* a few weeks ago and said something like, “I love that you know me so well and have joined me on the bad-ass dark side.”
Y’all, she sent me an email and asked me to define ‘bad-ass dark side’.
Seriously? C’mon!
I drink in moderation.
I inhale oxygen.
I cuss but never disrespectfully.
I rebel against my mother’s well-meaning advice.
What is there to define?!
Clearly, I am no
Oh. al.right. It was maybe a little tongue in cheek.
Let’s be honest. I may be all
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but I’m no more bad-ass than
(The caveat being, the tattoos. I don’t care who you are – that’s pretty bad ass!)
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What is your bad-ass dark side?
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Before this friend of mine takes anymore of a bad rap – you should know that she was the FIRST person I EVER EVER told about this blog – before Spin even. Actually, long before Spin! This honored woman is PEEP 1. In her defense, she asked for a definition so that she could make sure she was adequately fulfilling her duties as a member of the Bad-Ass Dark Side.
You should also know that she earned the PEEP 1 title for being a ‘Don’t-assume-I’m-a-goody-goody-just-because-I-look-like-one’ friend and for being my role model and go-to girl for ‘staring down your mother and WINNING’.
BAD ASS, indeed!
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I got nuthin’.
Wait… do practical jokes count?
There was this one time that I took some potato chips out of the bag and replaced them with carrots. Then I sealed the bag back up with double stick tape. And put it in my daughter’s lunch. Bad-ass!
I better be getting the same birthday card.
Hmmm….the bad ass Shauna side…
1. Tats (that just keep coming – will get the key if you come into town)
2. Booz (in moderation) Heh…I thought I would go there since you did.
3. Rockstar hair (or so I have self-proclaimed)
That’s all I got.
I LOVE YOU!!!! I guess I need to work on my list.
Lisa – I think your list is off to a fine start with a bad-ass bestie!
Clearly that card was not sent to ME for my birthday coming up. Because if it had? I would have sent you one back with a big ol HELL YEAH.
Why? Because I get you. And that other so-called-friend is so NOT on the dark side with us.
Well, if she had to ask for a definition, then I think, clearly, you sent the wrong card to her.
1. Alcohol… occasionally.
2. I refuse to attend the Sunday evening church service most of the time cuz no where does it say I have to attend every time the doors are open. (For the record, the pastor and his wife both agree!)
3. Statements like “But that’s not the way we always do it!” or “I don’t know if that’s allowed!” (and I’m not even talking about sex) motivate me to action. Like a red cape to a bull.
Now the tats… I just can’t go there. I change my mind way too often to do anything that permanent. My sister had one and then spent a boat load of money/pain getting it removed later. I’ll just live vicariously through her whole getting it/getting it removed experience.
You are just my kind of bad ass.
I think I’ll go scrounge up some wine and drink it in your honor.
You are a bad a$$ when you are in NY.
Just sayin’.
Spin