I love my girls' group. There is nothing like sitting around with a bunch of women from all over the world (even the Ukraine- thanks Natalia for bumping our stats!) and laughing, crying, and enjoying one another and life. Thank you Lord for friends in Erie!
Tonight we met at Natalia and Filip's apartment downtown (minus 2 of our friends). Its in an old building called the "Boston Building" and it used to be a huge department store but is now loft apartments. In the center is this huge clock that everyone in Erie used to meet under. Example: If you were meeting up with friends, you would say, hey meet me at the clock, and they would just know the clock in Boston's!
Now, as you've heard me report, I do have the best stinking husband in the planet and he is my best pal. But sometimes boys just don't get us crazy girls. Like if I'm analyzing and bringing 30 different perspectives and thoughts to one moment in time, Adam will smile and nod but really if you look closely, you can see a distant twinkle in his eye where he has officially lost track of where I am and is thinking, "Huh? Are we still talking about a slice of pizza?" But if I bring that thought process to girls' group, they're like, 'oh, right exactly!"