Let There Be Cake

Sometimes a "kiddo" weekend with the girls is just what you need.
Last weekend, I hit the Dallas trail to hang out with my girls, Amy and Allison. Did we go dancing? Drinking? Hitting the bars in D-Town?
Why no, we did not.
We went to Six Flags.
You can laugh if you want; several of my co-workers did.
But do I care?
Why no, I do not.
Because I had eight whole hours of twisting, turning, shaking, rattling, dropping, spinning, glorious fun. Plus girl talk. Sans lines. Not sure how we got a beautiful, sunny day at Six Flags without any heinous lines to ruin our fun. But we did it.
And we had cake.
I'll never be sorry.