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u’ll c doug, nudge-nudge, wink-wink
mad maddie:
u still haven’t told angela, have u?
zoegirl:
it’s so not the point right now. it would just make her feel worse.
mad maddie:
ur playing with fire, zoe. mark my words, this is gonna come back and bite u on the ass!
    Fri, Dec 10 , 4:44 PM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
hey, gal. since u never decided what u wanna do tonight, zoe and i decided for u. put your party hat on … cuz we’re going BOWLING!!!
SnowAngel:
*lifts head from the depths of hell* bowling?
mad maddie:
chop-chop! if we get there early, we can beat the rush.
SnowAngel:
there’s a rush to go bowling?
mad maddie:
on a friday night? we’re talking high drama, baby. ker-ash! she scores another strike!
SnowAngel:
i haven’t gone bowling since last year when i went with doug and steve and chrissy. doug and steve slipped notes into the holes in chrissy’s balland pretended they were from a mystery admirer, remember?
SnowAngel:
that was so fun. but nothing will ever be fun again.
mad maddie:
YES IT WILL. oh, and be sure to wear crappy shoes. don’t ask—just do it.
SnowAngel:
pardon me, but i don’t own any crappy shoes
SnowAngel:
hey, do u think doug would come with us if we called him? maybe that’s what i need to perk me up, a dose of doug-love.
mad maddie:
er … no doug. this is a girls’ night, full of bonding and wacky hijinks.
SnowAngel:
right, right
SnowAngel:
but i have been thinking … maybe, before i leave, i’ll give doug something to remember me by. *wink, wink* he’s certainly waited for it long enough.
mad maddie:
angela, no
SnowAngel:
why? it would be the thrill of his life.
mad maddie:
bad idea. trust me.
SnowAngel:
yeah, i guess it wouldn’t be fair. *sigh*
mad maddie:
that’s right. leave the poor guy alone.
SnowAngel:
altho who said love was fair? and long-distance relationships CAN work, u know …
mad maddie:
FORGET ABOUT DOUG
mad maddie:
now go dig thru your closet and find your rattiest sneaks. i’m coming to pick u up!
    Sat, Dec 11 , 10:00 AM E.S.T .
SnowAngel:
morning, zo
zoegirl:
morning, angela. are you wearing your super-duper very own pair of official bowling shoes?
SnowAngel:
at ten in the morning? i’m in my bunny slippers, sweetheart.
SnowAngel:
but yeah, i’ve got them right here beside me. *pats hideous bowling shoes lovingly* i didn’t think we were gonna have fun … but we did, didn’t we?
zoegirl:
especially when you threw your ball into that truck driver’s lane. (snicker, snicker)
SnowAngel:
he could have been MUCH more understanding. it’s not like i meant to.
zoegirl:
and then you knocked over his beer when you went to reclaim it, ya big klutz.
zoegirl:
poor guy!
SnowAngel:
poor me! i’m under a lot of stress, zoe. i’m leaving in 6 days!!!
zoegirl:
what i don’t get is why you just didn’t tell the truck driver guy that you spilled his beer, instead of leaving it glopped on the floor in a puddle. if you’d cleaned it up right then, nothing else would have happened.
SnowAngel:
i didn’t tell him cuz i didn’t want him yelling at me again. duh!
zoegirl:
and that strategy sure worked
SnowAngel:
it’s not MY fault. who knew beer was so sticky?
zoegirl:
and who knew our truck driver friend would attempt his patented foot-slide approach right after stepping smack into it?
SnowAngel:
i think he needs to alter his diet. a slimmer man wouldn’t have fallen so hard.
zoegirl:
too many cheese fries
SnowAngel:
at least it caused a distraction as we stole our shoes. frankly, zo, i’m still surprised you went along with it.
zoegirl:
the operative word is “trade,” angela. we gave them a more than fair trade.
SnowAngel:
in your case, maybe. i gave them a pair of chrissy’s old tap shoes from when she used to take lessons.
zoegirl:
um, angela? why did u just insert a pirate smiley?
SnowAngel:
i dunno. cuz it’s