tell me what you want, what you really really want

There are some things that I miss so very much about my childhood. Being virtually worry-free, having my summers all to myself, and quite possibly the best part of all—sleepovers.

Two of my gal pals came over this weekend and we had the best time ever. We started out by going to the Bessemer Flea Market. and while there were several amusing characters and entertaining finds, I was, at best, slightly let down. We went from there t purchase supplies for the sleepover—sodas, snacks, and the quintessential slumber party food: pizza. We also made yummy spinach artichoke dip, watched Girls Next Door on DVD, and played Mall Madness. The one thing that was slightly different about this girls' night from those of my school days was the fact that we each had a bottle of liquor to help the party along. It was a lot more fun when we made up dances to Spice Girls songs with a slight buzz.

If only I could take a day or two to spend as my childhood self...it's so nice to think about not having a care in the world. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'd do it all over again. There are things I would different if I knew then what I know now. But chances are, I'd probably make all the same mistakes.