October 16, 2008 - I Don't Make Lunches, and I Won't Dust Your Bobble-Heads!

I was recently (yesterday, 6/25/12) out to dinner with my sister's friend, Jean, and we were discussing girl trips and the way women can always find things to talk about. Jean was telling me about how this raised the curiosity of her husband, and that he couldn't figure out how we could still have things to say to each other after many days of togetherness. Well, this one's for him...
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This year's Fall Girls Trip brings together a new group. I suppose it has every year. This year, we have the special treat of JENNY, who I got to ride up with. Driving up with Jen was a JOY. We were thinking aloud about how we overuse the word "awesome" and we were trying on some replacement words. (These are our beautiful problems. We need to say "awesome" too often.) I decide the word "scoops" is fun and different and pretty freakin awesome.  We can then say, "that was a bowl of scoops," or "that was two scoops!"...we joked about "wild asses" and "having nuts all this time." I am in love with this day. I am in love with this sacred time. I am in love with how Jenny "love, love, loves" her patients, and how she makes you feel like all your cazy ideas are two scoops.

We met up with Jen's friends Susan, Kathy, and Sharon for lunch on the way to Saugatuck. We discussed very important things we will and won't do for the men in our lives. Susan proclaims emphatically, "I don't make lunches, and I won't dust your bobble-heads." This makes us laugh until it hurts. I'm in love with laughing til it hurts.

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So there you have it, Mr. B. The secret is out. We women folk get together and make each other laugh. We support each others crazy ideas. We inspire each other to think. We create a safe place for stupid. We discuss and respect and break down each others boundaries. We learn how to be many different kinds of kind. But, mostly, we make each other laugh.