Talk about a blast from the past. Meghan hasn't been up to our house since I was pregnant with Patrick. She stayed with us for two nights and it was s o m u c h f u n.
We went to dinner at a place on the water - the weather was perfection. We also invited my sis-in-law Jackie, my mom and my grandma. Many laughs later we headed out to our local tavern.
Meghan and I had many a "You know you're a Mom when..." moments over the couple days she was here. One of them being as soon as we got into my vehicle and turned up Iggy's Fancy. All the sound was in the front and the bass was all the way down. Soooo... You know you're a Mom when... the sound in your car is catered to your kiddos fragile ears...
We danced and drank vodka tonics and even helped the bartender with an essay for her Master's class.
The next morning was hangover city, mainly because I got approximately two hours of sleep. The perfect remedy? Put on the greatest gift ever: my very own Mean Girls crop top (a gift from Meghan).
Four for you, Glen Coco. You go Glen Coco!
Wish she could've stayed for a week. Or two. Love her to pieces.
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