My dear friend and college roommate (the one who wanted a Suburban full of hockey playing boys) was a hostess with a whole lot of pink most-ess last weekend, and had a "pink party" for me. I was spoiled rotten and there were "No Boys Allowed!" This makes it feel frighteningly real that life will soon include a high-pitched squeak that isn't my own. Do you think this will balance out the pirates, trucks, trains and balls?
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