Okay, so during that time when I was mostly trying to fuse my skin to the couch (totally doable by the way... and also life threatening), I actually did do a few other things. Like go to Georgia for a week. That was fun. And worth talking about.
I went to visit my BFF Kendall for a good ol' fashioned girls trip.
Basically, from the time I landed, the whole trip turned into a competition to see who would go to bed with the worst stomachache. I am not kidding. I think know I ate more than I did on my honeymoon... and that is not a record I should have been trying to break. For reals, people.
Even though I had gained a good five pounds by the end of the trip, it was 100% worth it. You can't put a price on a good girl's trip, no siree. I haven't had belly laughs like I did that week in a long time. And I live for the belly laughs.
We had banana splits...
...and we did not share!
We had frozen hot chocolate that was better than Serendipity 3's- NO JOKE!
We had giant peanut butter cups!
And lemon custard ice cream!
And that's just the beginning! There are so many pictures of desserts that I did not take! Including, but not limited to: Salt water taffy, pralines, Breusters ice cream (can I get a choir of angels singing?), Lofthouse cookies, homemade fudge, peach cobbler, and banana pudding.
We laughed and laughed... about sleeping horses, mustaches, our mothers, driving, boys-and-men-and-dimples-with-filling, pasty paleness, scared silly people at the haunted houses, and this picture:
Yes. We did that.
We whispered secrets, made confessions, shared our hopes and also our fears. We encouraged one another and we comforted one another. We made promises and memories and new connections. We shared beds and desserts and loads of laughs. We spent our time the way only girls can.
I think this picture pretty much says it all.
I love being a girl.
kendall needs to move to california.
enough said.
Posted by: Shonna Sommer | 10/06/2010 at 09:20 AM
Fun Fun!! AND it all looks delicious!
Posted by: Cameron Otto | 10/06/2010 at 02:02 PM