We had a fantastic time in Houston this weekend. Trey and I enjoyed a night away and found we still actually like to hang out with each other sans children. Which is a good thing since, so far this morning, I've contemplated selling them to the circus about six times.
As we speak, Graham is messing up Olivia's just-made-bed in effort to drive both her and me totally and absolutely crazy before 10:00 a.m.
The boy's got high aspirations.
Seeing everyone Saturday night was such a great reminder of high school and how fairly simple life was. At the time, it may not have seemed like such a walk in the park but, now, with responsibilities abounding, it was a sweet time of friends, fun, and very little homework. At least that's what I told my mother.
I think we were all relieved to see we were using a lot less hairspray, a lot less blue eyeshadow, and have learned the proper place for pleated jean shorts, flowered jeans, and half-shirts - far, far away from our bodies.
These were some of my oldest friends who now have husbands, children, and fabulous hair. The damages of Aussie Scrunch Spray long since gone.