It started out quite wonderful. Dana, being the perfect hostess had packed drinks and gourmet sandwiches and sun chips for our enjoyment as we raced to the first home in Harbor Meadows. Now.... I will be the first to say that I was a little leary leaving in Dana's car after she hijacked it from the shop BEFORE the repairs we made, but we made it ok. It actually was a very nice riding car. Dana is a little challenged when it comes to backing up but she always braved tight spots and parking conditions to get us as close to the front door as we could get. Her car has a little dinger on it that warns her when she is getting too close to something as she backs. ( I think that is a result of a few close encounters with cars. ) It goes ding ... ding.... She also has one that lets her know when she is pulling in to far. It sounds a LOT like bumper rubbing on pavement....
The houses we saw were spectacular. The first home was my favorite. It kinda looked like Dr Suess resided there. I LOVED IT!
Then there was the one home that was French Country. That home was Dana's favorite. It was a long walk to it and Dana complained a little as we trudged down a long side walk to the humongous house. Her feet were hurting. In most of the houses you had to either take your shoes off or wear booties. This is where Dana's problem started. She eyed some pink ugg clogs that were lined with fuzzy stuff . The house was beautiful . This house had a bunk room for the grandkids. I think there were 8 bunk beds built into the walls. They also had a huge telescope on the 3rd level, a coy pond .... it was ... wow. As the lady walked away in the pink uggs , Dana coveted her shoes. A couple houses later as we left the same pink ugg shoes were on the steps as we entered. Dana was so smitten with the pink shoes that she started walking to the car with her cutesy blue surgery scrubb footies. It was really a cute site. Almost as cute has when she left her..... in her..... laptop. ( sorry for the coded talk, but although funny ,that is her story to tell if she so chooses. )
Then there is Brenda. After she washed her hands at the drink fountain in McDonalds we headed out to a home in Rogers. We actually knew some of the people kin to the owners of this home and I was showing the girls a picture. Brenda says.. I really cant see that well, do you think it would be bad to pick it up - as she had it in her hand. Within seconds of her putting it down the little Junior League volunteer walks toward her and says MAM..... as the three of us start to walk away and leave our friend hanging in the wind to face the sin of picking up the home owners private posession --- and Brenda slowly turned about to try to explain why she had felt the need to pick up the picture and how sorry she was.... the little girl says... can I ask you to take your shoes off? OH.... the shoes? Not the picture????? As we laughed and Brenda took off her shoes we enjoyed seeing the rest of the house.
We saw condos in Fayetteville near Dickson street and condos on the square. We saw houses that four or five kitchens. I am thinking, I cant keep ONE kitchen clean, how do they keep up with FIVE??
The story wouldnt be complete without telling what Jeannie did to entertain us for the day. First , she had us stop to get her a drink! A DRINK! The pastors wife... can you believe that? ( SHOULD you believe that?) Then, she insisted that our friend Dana park in a {No parking from here to corner} area.
It really was a fun day. We did a lot of talking and laughing and enjoying each other. I havent had a girls day in a long time and I needed it. I cant think of a better way to have spent today than hanging out with these girls. Thanks yall , I had a blast!
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Oh Debbie! What a FUN day it was! I needed that "girl time" also....and I'm already looking forward to next year!! Brenda
Do you think we will get invited again?????
Debbie, what fun! thanks for the invitation. I'm going to get brave and start a blog here (it will probably not be as interesting as yours, though)...you have such a talent for enjoying life.
It was a GREAT day. Next time I'll have to be a little wilder so you have a better story to write! Your music last night gave me goosebumps--it was great (and Praise the Lord it's done, amen?).
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