Picture in your mind the sweetest, most dependant, loving, and caring individual ever. Couple that with an innocent but twisted sense of humor and you have my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Roady.
Recent phone conversation between Mrs. Roady and her daughter Jessica...
Jess: HOLY COW! I just walked past a girl that has on a see through white shirt and NO bra! I saw BOOB!
Mrs. Roady: Oh honey, feel sorry for her. She either wants attention or she has some sort of mental disorder.
Jess: She's with her boyfriend...
Mrs. Roady (completely serious): Oh, then that means he's supporting that...He's probably her pimp.
About Me
- Jahni
- This is my first blog, and as you may have guessed from the byline, it was mainly the brainchild of my cronie and co-hort, Kari, of www.karitales.blogspot.com. If you haven't met us, you're missing out. We're fabulously personable, but fairly exclusive. If you're with us, you're gonna have a good time. We're fashion minded, entertainment focused, legally competent, and unabashedly vain...in the best way possible way, of course. We don't balk at the price of a pair of Jimmy Choos, were raised with all of the etiquette and charm of Southern Belles, and refuse to deal with your self-esteem issues. So, in the spirit of "I know we can do soooo much better than those other pathetic blogs..." welcome. And by the way it's pronounced "Johnny." Like the boys name. But spelled like an Indian Zucchini.
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