the dress might be for sale:
but the girls, the girls i'm keeping.
these girls are my lifelines. they are the ones i can call when i need to vent. when i need an entire memory key filled with personal development books. when i need a drink. when i need to brag about my awesome child [modest]. the ones i can talk to when things aren't as perfect as they look in the facebook profile photo. they are the ones i can call when i need to go to pole-dancing/ chair-dance class and totally get on board when i announce that this class is the one where we all go upside down on the pole and do the splits. even if they think i am insane. [ps. have you tried pole fit class? you should. you will feel like a strong and sexy woman and also your arms will burn. and you may break a wrist. just remember these wise words of the pole-tricks instructor: pants slip. skin sticks.]
these girls are the ones who know me better than most - they know too many secrets to even know what to do with [shhh. i am not hinting that we let those out ladies.] they know how much i love chips and dip. they are the best. ever. [seriously. ever.]
my sisters have been there for me every.single.step.of the way. laura is local and i call her mid-day to dump random pieces of information on her over lunch. beth is less local and she has still made sure, despite being about to pop, to make time for super expensive long distance phone dates and lots of facebook love. meliss has given me more personal development books than i can count. team jen is all about that upside down move on the pole. ash found out what we're going through and is coming up to the saugs next week just to be here and spend some time. [ps. marcus and i can't wait.]
every woman deserves lifelines like these. and i count myself totally beyond lucky to have a whole handful of them.
love you girls.
xo
-kare
