I won't lie. The first things that came to mind when thinking of the letter V were varicose veins (Keely gave me a hardcore lesson in these when I was pregnant), Vixen (think Santa's reindeer) and vodka.
And since I wouldn't be present to show off my lovely legs (although most of them have faded) and all of the Christmas stuff is packed up and put away, it was looking like vodka was the winner.
Only there's 1 small problem.
We're all out.
Well that and it's an alcohol-free campus.
So when Ashley and I were making banana bread a few days ago she pointed out that vanilla starts with the letter V.
What a Miss Smarty Pants!
So in honor of letter V week Ashley shared a bottle of vanilla with just enough left in the bottom for good smelling. And for good measure she wore her horse vest.
Because that's how she rolls.
Letter V. Even though Ashley says it like a B, we all know what she means!
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