On Happy Hour and Food Babies

I am semi cheating with this post as part of NaBloPoMo. I hand wrote this last night after I got home, and am typing it up the next day. Forgive me?

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Tonight I left work a little early to meet a couple of girlfriends for happy hour.

As we get settled in, we agree that it’s been far too long since our last get together. Then we spend the next 5 minutes trying to remember when it actually was. We never figure it out, but decide that the next time, we won’t wait as long…even though we all know it probably will be too long.

We chat. We laugh. We eat way too many of those fantastic little shoestring french fries. {No seriously, I totally have a food baby as I write this} {Double serious: I still have a food baby as I’m typing this}

As my belly fills, so does my heart…I don’t even realize how badly I’ve needed this until I’m there soaking it all in. I so needed this.

I get home right before bedtime and my little red head runs to me the instant I step foot in the door. I hug her tight and take her to bed.

I needed that too.

And now? If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to spend some quality time with the hubby.

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