I had planned to go to a slumber party with some girl
friends to have a Veronica Mars viewing marathon before the movie comes out in
a couple of weeks. That’s right. Adult
women having a slumber party. We’ve
traded juice for wine and pizza for home cooking. Long gone is the classic Truth or Dare because
let’s face it, we’re old and have no shame when it comes to talking about
bodily functions and body image issues.
The most daring thing we do nowadays is stay up past midnight. That is the making of a grownup slumber
party. We still brought sleeping bags
though for a bit of nostalgia.
My good friend is a fantastic cook. I love, love, love her poppy seed
chicken. I would ask for the recipe to
make myself, but it’s just never the same as when someone else makes it for
you. She also made mashed butternut
squash that she had grown in her garden, salad, and pasta. To top off the delicious meal, she also made
a raspberry trifle. In the morning, after several cups of coffee, we
had a beautiful French toast casserole.
That’s a pretty big upgrade from when we were kids. We are flat-out spoiled now.
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| We had some pre-dinner buttery nipples. I thought that the bottom was filled with glass, but really, it was Schnapps! |
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| French toast casserole. |
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