Whim Wham Weekend #30

{girls' night. boys' night. a comparison}

Even though I grew up with three older brothers, spiderman comic books, super soaker wars, and matchbox cars a'plenty,

a girly girl inherently lies within me.

a weekend of shirley temples, brunch, prosecco, chocolate, sparkles, pearls, and heels

speaks to me.

It's a breath of fresh air.

Then, back home to my boys.

Kick the fashion over comfort off my feet,

and pull out a leftover portion of dessert that I stashed in my clutch, for Daniel.

Maybe light a candle or two.

Hints of a boys' night point toward stinky feet and watching t.v. in their underwear.

or whatever it is that boys do.

Smells like no place else I'd rather be.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}