This morning, I am recovering from what I am lovingly referring to as The Girl Weekend. In honor of our friend's pregnancy, females gathered from far and wide to ooo and awww over pink rompers, snuggly blankies, and very small shoes. Diaper cakes were displayed, pink ribbons tied, and pictures were taken...all the ingredients for a lovely weekend celebrating womanhood.
Of course, we kicked it off with dinner and drinks (of which our pregnant friend did not partake so don't be calling child welfare) the night before, so we had laid the foundation for fun well.
Surely the guys didn't have nearly as much fun--they were out grunting and sweating while taking down some trees. Although they maintain using a chainsaw is more fun than going to a baby shower. Yeah, right.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
PS. What does that phrase even mean? I can't remember ever roaring in my whole entire life.
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