There have been very few times in my life when I have been, quite literally, without words. And when I say very few I mean, maybe twice? Usually when I can't find the right words to say I just use fifty of the wrong words. I think you know what I mean.
So, in the past few days I've really wanted to sit down and blog about my weekend away. But in my attempt to fully articulate just how much fun I had, I find myself coming up short. Maybe there are no words? Does that sound cheesy? I don't know. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. And if it does, I don't care. I don't have a lot of friends. I didn't go to regular high school or regular college. My whole life I've been relatively transient and I have a hard time getting to know people. Or when I do they decide they don't like me or I don't like them for whatever reason. So to spend a weekend away from my family, with seven other women who I get along with perfectly, is kind of amazing. I mean, really.
Dude, I'm rambling. Sorry. See what I mean about using fifty of the wrong words instead of the one right word? Let's try a different approach, shall we?
So this is what I look like speechless? And errr... embarrassed? You didn't think that was possible, did you?
And this is what I look like with said amazing friends!
Laura (who was our amazing host for the weekend) has posted more pics on her blog if you're interested. And I don't think I could say thank you enough to her and her family for hosting us crazy people, and to everyone who made it possible for me to come on this trip!