You know that awkward moment when your best friend picks you up to go to breakfast looking smashing in a silk peter pan collar top and blow-dried hair...and you woke up 10 minutes ago, threw on your brother's old flannel shirt, ripped jeans and a beanie to hide your hair/face? Forget about the make-up, that never even crossed your mind? Then, you are having so much fun chatting and laughing that you feel like you need to document...no matter how hideous you look? Yeah that happened on Saturday. Love you Erin!