Saturday, August 13, 2011

Estrogen Therapy . . . . . Ahhhhhhhhh

Most of the time we are Wives, Moms, Daughters, Sisters, Aunts, Taxi Drivers, part-time teachers, cooks, laundry ladies, yard maintenance experts, shopping professionals and every once in a while, just women. But a couple of times a year we get together and turn into giggling girls. We ditch the makeup, wear our fun PJs and we tell stories, eat too much dinner and still find room for cookies, sip a glass of wine and play with paper, ink, glue, stickers and most important of all, our cherished photos. I know I've mentioned it before but dang I love scrapbooking retreats! Remember how it feels to laugh so hard that no noise is coming out of your mouth? Laughing so hard that you're really truly afraid you might wet your pants? Smiling so much your face hurts? Giggling late into the night. Getting so tickled that you look at your friends and just one word sets you all off again. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love these girls.

And here we are: