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Here is to the coolest, sweetest mom ever.

No, it's not me. It's my mom!

Tomorrow afternoon we are stealing away for a Mother-Daughter sleepover at a local resort and SPA. For those of you that live in my town, it's The Chateau. You know that I am smiling from ear to ear right now!

She is pampering me real good. Not only is she treating me, she has also booked us for facials and massages. When she first brought up this idea, it was in the midst of a relaxing, lazy summer. Sure, I agreed but didn't necessarily need the break.

But now. NOW, I need the break. Three weeks of the fall season and my body is worse for wear. I am more than ready to have my back in the hands of a professional. Ninety minutes, people. One and a half hours of working out the tension that has taken up residence between my shoulder blades.

Heavenly.

I can't go without some good SPA advice. What should I wear? What is the cute factor at a spa? What is the appropriate modesty level for a massage? Should I take music? What is your best spa advice? Help me, o wise spa people.

Mom, I can't wait. Hopefully we can make this an annual tradition...hint, hint. Seriously, I don't deserve this. I would have been happy with a $5 back-scratcher and unlimited chips and salsa. You really outdid yourself. I am really looking forward to our time together...just you and me.

A Honk and A Wave and A Kiss Goodnight

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!! ANOTHER POST ABOUT HONKING? I AM GOING TO STOP READING THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW! THIS GIRL HAS NO MATERIAL.

Yes, I know. This is my 4th entry about honking. But this honk is different. This honk is special. This honk has a happy ending. I promise.

Tonight as my kids and I were driving to church for our small group meeting. I passed by a friend's house. I could see her family in the backyard playing, so I HONKED. (Remember, you can honk for a friend!) She came running. Thankfully, there is a stop sign right in front of her house, so I was legally obligated to stay put.

"Does your son want to play?" she asked.

Absolutely! Not only did she want him to play, but she also asked if he could spend the night. WOW! It took Z all of 0 seconds to decide that he indeed wanted to play, but wasn't sure about the all-nighter. That is until she mentioned her 3rd guest of honor. None other than R.C. Quick hug for mom and off he went. Mind you, I am still stopped at the stop sign. I literally dropped him off on the curb. But to see her driveway, you would understand.

Now, if you read my post yesterday about all the junk I took OUT of my car. Let me tell you what I put IN my car for our night at church. I had the following: PJ's, toothbrush, toothpaste and blanket. NO LIE! God orchestrated the perfect sleepover.

I called on my way home from church as I passed their house. Z's little voice came over the line telling me that he wanted to stay. They played outside until dark, ate his favorite foods and made ice cream shakes. I would say that his first sleepover will be one for the books.

So...honking can be beneficial.