RecessioNESTING

I love my friends.

They’re funny. They make me feel good about myself. They each have a unique attribute that makes them completely endearing to me.

Like Heather.

Heather is exactly what you expect a Heather to be.

She’s pretty. She’s smart. She knows how to cook and she can rock a Forever 21 necklace like it’s nobody’s business.

She’s also my best (haired) friend.

Seriously. You’ve never met a girl with hair like this. She looks like a hair model. Or at least one of those mannequins that they practice on in Blow Out.

And Heather is a breeder. Because in a time of recession, there’s two thing that are for certain:

1) Sex is free

2) Birth control is not

So, Heather is expecting #3. (And, by the way, I am not suggesting that during a recession we should all go out and have babies. I mean, short term savings, but long term expenses. Braces. College. Weddings. Therapy. Kids are expensive, man.)

But in the words of Grace Adler, “Better her than me.”

And so, Heather needs a diaper bag.

Correction, Heather needs a backpack diaper bag. And, while I’ve never personally been a fan of the backpack – it’s never been a friend to the busty – Heather can totally pull it off. So she insists, it needs to be a backpack.

So, a fashionable, not-too-expensive, practical, backpack diaper bag to hold stuff for her 3 kids.

Oh. And not black.

Got it.