Happy Slumber Party!
Though I haven’t slept with a bunch of girls since high school, I was definitely the one who went nuts. You know the one- calling boys to sneak over, sneaking in beer and making prank calls (this was way before caller ID). We would do each other’s hair, tell scary stories and watch the Midnight Special with Wolfman Jack, remember him?
Today, I honestly grab whatever is handy, usually a tee and my hubby’s underwear (they’re more comfy ;), but I grabbed my Hello Kitty gown thingy and my Betsey Johnson socks (my one and only Betsey item). I have a rep to uphold, afterall, Tee-Hee! I was not the Sandy of the group…
Hot chocolate anyone?
No more beer for me, especially before bed-acid reflux-yuck…
Damn, I’m getting old. I need to break bad…
Sleep tight-Don’t let the bed bugs bite…
And don’t look in the mirror and say Bloody Mary or she will appear…
Nitey-Nite!
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