We wear skirts. All the time. On occasion, we do dresses. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I’m a happy dress-wearin’ girl. But the fact that I now sigh in frustration having to put on a skirt/dress every morning means it is time for a pants party. And that is exactly what the girls did last night.
Pants, shorts, tanks, non-Jesus music, “Friends” episodes, junk food, dancing--we did everything we’re not supposed to. I had such fun. We decided this would be a monthly occurrence, because I believe girls can only take being so girly so much. Even yours truly.
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