Houston, We Have a Problem

Well, maybe not. I'm headed to visit my peeps down in Texas in 19 days.

Our collective prayer:

"Sweet Baby Jesus, bless the chaos that these four sisters are about to unleash on Houston. Hide the children and bring out the wrangler wearing, cowboy boot stomping beefcakes. Amen"

Four of us who are random, wild, and about to unleash the Apocalypse when we meet up July 1st.

Be afraid.