*Jill calls Lill at work*

Jill: Hey, how’s your Monday morning going?

Lill: Ugh, I just spent 20 minutes picking regurgitated Cheerio splatter out of my hair and clothes.

Jill: Eww, seriously? What happened?

Lill: An elevator ride from pre-school hell – someone’s offspring upchucked all over an executive and her marvelous shoes.

Jill: Aww, poor little tyke.

Lill: Pfft, poor little Pradas.

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About Lill and Jill

We are Lillian and Jillian; best friends and roommates. We blog to capture the seemingly trivial moments of thought and expression that make us smile; the often-times ridiculous way we see the world and how we live in it. We ask that you think well of us despite our propensity for drinking saccharine-laden alcoholic beverages, affection for 90′s boy-bands, and regular inappropriateness.

19 responses »

  1. Nowan Zen says:

    Nothing shouts “I’m SUCCESSFUL!!!” like puke filled garments, hair, and shoes.

  2. jensine says:

    poor pradas … think they may need a sister purse to feel better

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