Cause she moved far away.
And I miss her.
So Time Out for Women was alright. I'll tell you more about that later in a post I'll never write.
Christy and I surprised Rose by showing up a day early and making her squee and cry. Then we hit the Cheesecake Factory and cackled until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day Christy and I slept in until 11:30 in a silent house.
It. Was. Heaven.
Then to top it off we woke up to Panera. Best day ever.
We spent the weekend laughing hysterically, getting makeovers from a 6 year old, eating way too much and sleeping. Then we of course had to hit this little restaurant called Carvers (that might have been in some famous movie you may have heard of) because we are grown women who think we are way too funny.
We walked in and we're like "What's Twilight??" and then the waitress laughed and sat with us and told us far too many details about how they shot scenes there. And she made us sign the guest book. And we left funny things that I will never admit to. It was super fun. And a lot embarrassing. But the french toast rocked my world.




























Scary picture of Julie, but check out the sweet onesies.












