Girls Night

You are about to embark on a journey like no other.

Prepare yourself.

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On black Friday my sisters and I always opt for a shopping day. We meet in the morning and beat up all manner of hoodlums as we purchase the perfect gifts for each other. That's what Christmas is all about, you know?

But this year, because our pockets were empty yet our hearts were full, we decided it would be Fantastically Fun to have a girls night. Where we'd get together, just us girls and eat, watch movies, play games, eat and possibly also eat, if we had time.

We made this decision on Thanksgiving Day and I told everyone to come to my house at precisely 5:00 p.m. for the partying to commence.

At about 5:45 (some of my sisters who shall remain nameless, do not live by clocks and therefore I should know to tell them to be somewhere exactly one hour earlier, but I didn't think they'd be late to party. I was wrong)

ANITA & KAREN:

Everyone who reads my blog knows you both now, and if they ever want to invite you somewhere they know you'll be late.

I feel better now.

(how'd the little boy in the blue pajamas sneak in there?)

We ordered Jim's pizza -a pizza which cannot be surpassed if you are ever in my area, though your arteries and colon will hate you the next day.

We all wore our pajamas.

I talked my MOM and my sister Bobbie into playing Wii bowling.

Neither had played Wii before.

I made artichoke dip, buffalo chicken dip and Jason and I made buckeyes.

We also had PEPSI (I refuse parties where Pepsi is not represented) and salad because Karen thought adding salad to the buffet would make life easier on our colon after the Jim's pizza.

Kazlan introduced new dance moves to Dawson.

Then we watched August Rush my sister Bobbie's absolute all-time favorite movie.

And then it was time for everyone to head home. Which made me and my house sad. I had to make my house feel better and eat 2 more buckeyes before bed.

Before I forget, Bobbie brought Dawson this hat which he wears all the time now:

He was saying "ooooh."

That's his new favorite thing to say.

My new favorite thing to say is "slog". So I'm going to use it in a sentence.

I slogged to the bathroom this morning after getting out of bed because I had my electric blanket on and it's 95 degrees warmer than our house.

I would also like to announce at this time that spell check has nothing to say about my word slog. Perhaps spell check has someone in the family with that name.