Sam and I walk into the mall like

But as we’re walking she reaches for my hand

And jokingly I start switching it back and forth from the mommy/kid hand holding to

And I’m like “Friends?”

“Lezbefriends.”

And while I’m in the middle of a “lezbefriends” hand hold a group walks past us like

And at first we were like

But then we were just like 

And proceeded on our merry way to Nordstrom’s. 

Megan and I are out shoe shopping like:

I spot a pair of red Prada shoes and I’m just like “Shit those are beautiful”:

While Megan is just like:

Then a couple minutes go by and I turn around and find megan playing with a pair of Chanel shoes like Nom, you look so good:

And I’m just like:

And she’s just like:

Nordstrom’s probably won’t welcome us back anytime soon. It’s ok we have no shame:

So I’m driving Sam to In-n-Out and first of all we get lost and Sam’s like “Hold on let me get my bearings.”

While I’m thinking “Are you kidding me, we’re in your hometown.”

So we’re driving along and all of a sudden Sam’s like “Turn here now!” 

But we’re approaching a yellow light so I’m like 

And Sam jerks forward like

And we come to a stop and then I pull a belated soccer mom move and put my arm in front of her thinking “Hoooopsiee.”

And she’s giving me that look

And I was like “Hey, you’re giving me bad directions soooo…das on you.”

And we look at each other like

Cuz let’s be real. We can’t stay mad at each other.

When someone likes one of our posts, we’re just like:

When someone reblogs us, we’re just like:

When someone leaves us a nice comment:

When someone stops us on the street to say they love our blog, we’re just like:

When we get a new follower, we get obnoxious:

When someone unfollows us, we get offended:

Then we get angry:

It’s ok we still love you guys anyways:

Sam and I are doing homework and she turns to me and asks “Smelt…that’s a word right?”

And I’m like “You mean smelled?”

And she’s like “No, I swear smelt is verb!” and starts looking it up on the computer like

To which I respond to maturely with a “Told ya soooo!!”

And she’s like “Shut. Up.”

But then ten minutes later she’s telling me to look something up and says “It’s ‘dangle,’ but with one g.”

And I’m like “When does ‘dangle’ ever have more than one g?”

And she’s like “SHUDDUP WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS BE RIGHT!”

And I’m like “Sam, it’s not me, it’s the English language…” and

And she’s like “I hate you.”

No you don’t, Sam. No you don’t :)

CAUSE I LUBB YOU.

Today Megan and I had to go to study hall and we were just like:

So we signed in then asked the front desk for a study room like “Hey, can we get a room”:

The front desk assigns us a room. But when we get there someone was already in it and we were just like:

And we both were just thinking:

So then I tell Megan to go tell him to leave and she’s just like:

So then I’m like Megan just do it, and she’s like “I’m not going to do it,”:

And I’m just like:

So since neither of us like confrontation we ended up just getting a different room like:

Whenever Megan and I get a new funny book we usually both react like this:

Because that means we have story time with one another, which is pretty rare. Like this gif right here:

Anyways, Story Time usually involves me reading to Megan and her reacting like:

Because Megan knew if she read I would pay attention for a little while like :

But then I would get distracted like:

And then I would try to get up and leave and Megan would have to yell at me and say:

By then I would get mad at her for making stay and she would get mad at me for not paying attention. So then we’d both react to each other like:

This is why story time is so rare at our house.