I’ve got two girls sound asleep in my guest room at the moment — women I’ve been friends with since elementary school. They left their young families and possibly-overwhelmed-but-definitely-awesome husbands behind for a girls’ weekend. There is no doubt these few days will be some of my happiest this year.
We have a way of finding fun, no matter what we are doing:
One of these days I’ll get around to scanning the boxes of elementary, junior high and high school photos; just imagine — permed hair, stacked bangs that kept Aqua Net in business, neon jams, grunge plaid with Doc Martens and oh, the dance photos.