Dangerous Combination

In case I haven't really made it clear, there is a simple mathematical equation that has become a key part of my life:

Munchkin + Smoking Hot Roommate = Trouble!

I mean this, of course, in only the most charming way. Munchkin's two pretend sisters make up an incredibly important part of her family, her support structure and her emotional foundation. They have provided positive influences in her life of a magnitude that I could never even begin to accurately describe. They may be pretend sisters, but they are very real friends.

But sometimes, they may not be entirely the best influences;-) I am pretty sure that Big Sis was responsible for the love of drinking things out of Martini glasses. And Smoking Hot Roommate has been known to pick her up early from school if there is some super important sporting event on (speaking of...I took Pittsburgh. For no reason.) But in the full picture of Munchkin's overall awesomeness, the two of them have total authority to do these things, because they are just that good to her.

Anyway, Smoking Hot Roommate was over last night for dinner, and asked me with a little smirk whether or not I had checked my credit card balance this week. Now, it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots on that question...I have a credit card account. It has three cards. One for me. One for The Boy. One for Munchkin. Who is in Paris. France.

Supressing laughter, she copped to having encouraged Munchkin to do some shopping, hoping that I would check the balance in horror before she told me. In fact, she specifically told Munchkin NOT to tell me. Because these are the kinds of jokes that they like to play on me.

To be more accurate, she encouraged her to do a LOT of shopping. Like, "I am not sure whether or not she will be allowed to import that much stuff back into the country" lots...