Hmm, smelling gas is not a good thing, is it?
After some chatting with Carol and noticing half a dozen wasps in the tip top window I've moved into the living room where real fire sizzles. Ahhh, that's what I wanted.
Some of the ladies have headed out to town looking for gourds. A few of us are working on our Popcorn challenges for the day. My mind wanders from one thought to another. I can't focus. Not sure what's up.
You know what? This is my play day. I'm giving myself permission to shut the computer, grab my book, throw a blanket over my head and play peekaboo.
Seriously folks, even F. Scott Fitzgerald could not recreate what has transpired today. Suffice it to say when creative women, good food, tequila and story telling are mixed together you will laugh until your sides hurt.
What happens in Blue Ridge … stays in Blue Ridge but here are a few highlights:
- Play exercise consisting of marshmallow and toothpick creations
- Our fearless leader rescuing a kitten from the woods half an hour before the plumber informed us there was a bear in the driveway heading for the exact spot said leader and kitten had been
- Pumpkin cheesecake
- Drinking game
- Tales from a Mexican vacation told by the best storytellers ever.
Going to bed feeling warm and fuzzy and grateful,