My two sisters and I sneaked off for one of our Sisters' Saturdays today, and it was wonderful. We went to see Grease at the Fox Theater in Atlanta, and I say we sneaked off because 1) that is actually the correct past tense of that verb; and 2) we don't tell our mother when we go off on these excursions. We were so busy talking and cackling that we missed our MARTA train stop, so we walked a lot farther to the theater than we originally intended. We had lunch at a little diner about half a block from the theater, and then we went back there for dessert afterward. Apparently there is no limit to the number of times one can eat at the same diner in one day.
I know some of you are mentally criticizing us because we don't include our mother in our plans, but you'd have to know how it is. We want to enjoy each other's company, we want to laugh and tell stories without being interrupted, and we want to do what WE want to do. I took Mom to a play at the Fox one time, and she bolted out the side door before the last note had died away. You're welcome, Mom.
We try to plan a Sisters' Saturday every month, but it doesn't always work out that way. We don't always do something as extravagant as a play at the Fox. Sometimes it's just lunch and shopping.
But it's absolutely necessary.
Love you, sisters!
1 comment:
I could not have said it better myself, even if my Internet was still active at home! Wonderful does not begin to describe it. Love you both!
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