Wednesday, July 21, 2010

family girl night

Remember sleepovers, giggling girly talk, gummy bears, and the latest Molly Ringwald VHS? In a room full of teen angst there was at least one designated home girl – the one who told you that you were trippin’ falling for the wannabe thug, who wiped your tears when your heart was broken, who would simply say, “Um, no girl” when you tried to make green velvet spandex and an orange scrunchy (think side ponytail) work. But life isn’t as simple as Girlfriends, Sex and the City and Waiting To Exhale would have you believe. Before you know it, life kicks into overdrive and “girl time” hardly happens.