Two Things: Girls night and dog poo

(Dacia, Racheal, Kari, Me)
(Cyndi, Alyssa, Georgia)

Code word: Twilight. That's really all I had to do to ease my way in. That and 'dog poop'. (apology: inside joke). There's always a code word wherever you go. In Gainesville it was 'Sonic' or 'Crunchy roll'. There's just certain words that bring you together. So, gracefully, I attend my first girls night (actually 2nd) but my personality seemed to be on vacation during the first one (as it often is after 9pm). This time it stuck around and decided to introduce itself as "yes, I would rather eat dog poo than that other thing you were talking about". And here I realize that everywhere I move, or maybe it's the older I get, the facade is non-important. Or, useless, if I may. Here I am.... and I still stick by my guns about the dog poo. And that's me. So, let's get together again and REALLY TRY to get a picture WITHOUT the 'I'm laughing so hard I have ugly crinkle nose'. It's nice to grow older and realize, ugly crinkle nose and all, that life is FABULOUS being yourself. No need to protect any insecurities about the fact that I would rather eat dog poo than... (no, I'm not telling you what it is). Just that this is me... and who are you?
Girlfriends are great!