Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Inspired By: Big Little Shenanigans

I'd like to welcome myself back to reality for a moment and say hello to my beloved blog, one that I've abandoned for so many months.  For that, Pretty Bird, I am sorry. 

Aside from that, I'd also like to stray from my normal topic of conversation, mostly with myself, and delve into the world of being a sorority girl.  Not in a weird way, people, relax.  I just want to share all of my big little endeavors with my biggest fans. That is, if I still have any. Miss you! Wink wink.

Today's post has little to do with fashion and a lot to do with love.  Lots of love, in fact.  The love I, and all of my sisters, have for our littles.

Let me just preface this post with a love note to my little.

Little, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. All I want to do is hug you and give you candy and clad you in all of my handed down clothing.  You are perfect and should never change because you're my leetle, and I love my leetle.

OK, enough of that.  Let's digress into the typical big little exchange during the mysterious days.

In the few exchanges in which the littles have absolutely no clue who their bigs are, even though they may have an inkling, these bitches go cray. Muploads on muploads of baskets with captions such as "OMG BIGGIE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU ROCK!" Like, yeah, I rock and I'm glad you know it.

But anyhoo, although I am all too familiar with this love fest phenomenon, seeing as my big is the best person in the entire world (aside from my little, of course), I still find the process peculiar.  Like how could you possibly love me if you have no idea who I am?

Is it because you know I'm a pretty bird and you love pretty birds? In that case, I love you even more than I thought possible.  Maybe you read my blogs, little? And for that, I thank you.

These digressions are even giving me a headache, so moving back on, I suppose.  Let's talk about baskets. Wow, what is there to say about these baskets. So much time and money spent on rather pointless things that either make no sense or will make your little fat. They will make her phat too.

Like how much candy could my little eat if I throw 20 bags of Reese's in a green pale? The world may never know.  Will she ever wear the ugly shirts I've handed down to her since I no longer wear them? Will she parade around in the weird hat I've positioned so nicely to angle off the side of her basket in an artsy fashion? Will she ever utilize the stuffed giraffe? So many questions, only answers I can draw from my own experience.

Well, that's all I've got for now.  Not my typical material, but I thought my life was slightly interesting that perhaps someone would be interested.

Big, I miss you. Little, I love you. AEPhi, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Ew grossing myself out with this sappy love fest, so BYE!