Meanwhile, since the boys were off having fun (post below), Gramma Grasshopper and I had a Girls' Night Out.
It's not what you're thinking.
Girls' Night Out means an evening at home, with chocolate-peanut-butter ice cream, a chick-flick, and - mainly - since the guys aren't around - relaxing certain standards of dress.
You know, neglecting to wear certain supportive undergarments.
Because we're classy like that.
3 comments:
Now that sounds like my kinda "kick up your heals" night!!!!
*Snort*.
Yep, that's just the best.
Although, depending on the time of the month, a movie with lots of violence where various bearers of Y chromosomes get blown up, doesn't go amiss either. :)
Sounds PERFECT!!
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