Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Growing up I had a tree house where all the “cool” neighborhood girls would gather to meet and discuss very important happenings in our cul-de-sac. Of course, boys were not allowed so my brother and his friends would find a way to reclaim their boys-only tree house-- usually with the threat and use of super soakers. Not cool. I have a feeling if I had decorated the tree house with frilly, flowery fabrics us girls would have had no interruptions from silly boys. If only…

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