Ghost Punched

I am quite spoiled. Quite. Not only did I get both my mom and mother in law to visit me but some of my best friends made the jaunt down here too! They cooked and cleaned and most important-canoodled with me. We pretty much hung out at my place and giggled and chortled a whole bunch. We also laid out by the pool at the resort they stayed at too. We pretty much were the hottest ones there. Mostly because everyone else there were considered "geriatrics" or "Jerrys" so we had a leg up on them.

Me, Kristen, Chelsea, and Kristie. We like to have the browns on the right (because we're better obviously) and blonds on the left because they are just a little 'off'. You know, like when you were in kindergarten and you somehow kept getting the left handed scissors and tried to make them work but they just bent the paper rather than cut it. Exactly.

Thus brings me to the title of this post: Ghost Punch. Chelsea has a real talent. Seriously. You can check it out here but don't say that I didn't tell you so. She is quite the photographer and whilst here brought her skills. We had a photo shoot with the little guy which was a kick in the pants and then decided to take pictures of ourselves. There is this real fun thing you can do where you relax all the muscles in your face and shake your head real fast. The result is a pretty distorted picture and will leave your side in stitches. Here is an example (I think Chelsea is the best looking one and we all know why.) However, I do like that Kristen is staring right at the camera.

So we are doing this when I spy one of Chelsea's pictures that seriously looked like she got punched. Since there was no fist in her face, it was an obvious ghost punch. Then we thought what a great idea this would be to post pictures of us getting ghost punched on the interweb. So I says to Kristie type in www.ghostpunched.com and she did after asking "punch or punched. Like e-d?" And I say "yes....ghost punched." When to our wonderment and amazement this is the site we found (click on the link...I dare you). Kristie kept saying how she couldn't believe that there were people as creepy as us out there and Chelsea almost peed her pants. Obviously someone beat us to the punch....or rather beat us to the ghost punch.

Needless to say, we had a pretty good time being together. I really miss those boys with all my heart and I am so thankful for them. What a bunch of gents traveling all the way to AZ to visit me and my chow.