I'm going to the beach, y'all.
Cue: groaning and gnashing of teeth from all my bloggy peeps.
My neighbor, Michelle, has one of those "Husbands Who Hunt." He spends every single weekend from October - February at a quaint little hunting lodge with several other guys who love killing Bambi's mother. They leave on Friday and come home late Saturday night or Sunday. Every. Week.
So due to the blessed event called "Hunting Season is Over" she has invited a few friends down to their beach house for some much needed (and deserved) girl time.
So our men are holding down the fort at home while we head to the beach for 3 glorious days.
And let me add. There will be a Spa day involved. There will also be plenty of chocolate and girly movie watching and I'm sure some partaking of some fine Chardonnay. We are also very close to a FAB outlet mall. Can I get an Amen?
The hunting? I don't get it.
Girls weekend at the beach? I SO get it.