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Packing up this a.m. for a two-day road trip to the Dells with my fellow nuns. Two relaxing days and two rebellious nights, leaving that damn library in the rearview mirror. OTOH, I will miss my family, who just returned from New Orleans after an entire week, but truthfully I worried about them the whole time they were gone, so it wasn't much of a break. Let somebody worry about ME getting into trouble for once--hah! I will be taking DH to read by the pool, and if it's raining, we're going to see "The Hangover" or HBP. We will shop (nowehere NEAR the teens or childrens sections of stores.) We will eat bad-for-us food. We will obnoxiously take over a karaoke bar and wind up doing something visually stoooopid that will appear on Facebook. (Last go-round included underpants as headwear. Don't ask. It was all in context, and I couldn't possibly explain it to you.) I'll drop the F-bomb with increasing frequency as the evening progresses. We'll wake up feeling wretched because at some point in the evening, we'll all decide that smoking is a stellar idea. Then we'll drink gallons of java and heal at the poolside. The conversation will turn on a dime from intelligent and witty to 9-year-old potty humor and back again throughout the course of the trip, and nobody's secrets are safe. We will laugh so hard that we'll wake up with sore ribs.
God, I LOVE my girlfriends!
God, I LOVE my girlfriends!