So back when Sex in the City was on HBO, my girlfriend Hazel and I would have our "girlnights", we'd make chocolate covered strawberries, watch the show, and of course, have champagne... then retreat to the jacuzzi at Hazel's house to drink, giggle and tell our innermost secrets.
When the movie came out this past week, Haz put together a Sex party...and 15 of us went to the movies together to enjoy our long lost friends, the girls from SITC. Hazel, in keeping with the tradition, made chocolate covered strawberries, and we cracked open wine and champagne in the theatre because we're fabulous like that.
God I love being a girl.
This past Wednesday, it was back to Disneyland with the Soto's to celebrate mine & Jeff's birthdays. Plus we've been planning on taking the kids there together for a long time now. They had a ball together. Here's Dyl and Shannon conquering the temple of doom.
...and the Jungle Cruise...
Running amuck on the treehouse
the ultimate in pirate booty...
Jeff and I sporting our Disneyland Birthday buttons. It's cool, you get all kinds of special attention when you're wearing one of these things.
Last night we had the neighbors over to celebrate my actual b-day. Bonnie picked up pizza and made her amazing hot wings, Mike got a cake, and I made Sangria. This is the result of mixing Sangria and a badly placed baby gate. My wrists have been messed up for awhile now. I've had a real hard time for years with my left wrist... and lately it's gotten really bad. I'm not sure if it's arthritis, or carpel tunnel or what.... anyway, we have this babygate we put in the laundry room to keep Bodie from chowing down on cat food, and I (with all the festivities) A- Forgot to remove it... B- Forgot it was there, and C-totally plunged over it head first, landing on tile with the really bad wrist to brace myself for the fall. So I ended my birthday on the floor of our laundry room in tears. My wrist and elbow are so jacked up. Such a bummer ending to a really cool week.