soul sisters

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Every year my soul sisters and I get away for a weekend together.

Correction: Every year we try to get away together.

This year we were only able to swing one day.


BUT-

it was a great day.

No kids, shopping, talking, laughing, crafting, eating, complaining, analyzing, diagnosing, crying, eating, laughing and talking.

I got home at three in the morning.

One of the highlights of the day was when I posed in this delish Anthro sweater but I was laughing so hard I fell into the fluffy paper puff window display.

I tried to refluff.

I apologized for being so obnoxious.


I love you girls. Next year we are getting out of Dodge for an entire weekend.

just the girls

Once a year, my group of really good friends undertake a project so big it rivals the filming of Titanic. All five of us arrange our lives to get together for Girl's Weekend. There are many obstacles to over come. Namely: scouts, soccer, piano, tutor, church groups, birthday parties, nursing schedules and bedtimes. We must butter up our hubbies and save up our pennies. All this before we even decide when and where to go. One thing's for sure though. Shopping will be involved.

This year everyone came to my house. The plan was to get up early on Saturday morning and hit the shops, but that plan went to hell in a hand basket when we stayed up talking until 2 am and didn't even eat breakfast until 10 the next morning. We ended up spending our time together eating and talking and laughing and diagnosing and eating and laughing and eating. We didn't shop at all. And you know what? It was great.

Thanks girls. Let's start planning for next year.

Don't forget, you have until Friday to enter to win Secondsister jewelry!

monday

As a kid I used to hate when Monday rolled around. These days I really love Monday morning. It is the gateway to the week. It is full of possibilities.

I have a busy few days ahead of me. I've got girls weekend at my house starting Friday night which will take a fair amount of preparation. On Sunday, I am hosting a "Papayaesque" art day which will require at least a few errands to pick up supplies. The boy has a field trip today and is off school tomorrow. I have a birthday luncheon for a good friend and a play date for Thom. The dog needs to go to the groomers. And then there is the house work. The stinking house work. Ever present.

I'm not complaining. I actually thrive on being busy. I seem to function best when there is a lot of work to do. And for the most part it is fun work. Who wouldn't want to go to the art store? The housework on the other hand. . .