A new meaning of Girls Night Out

I am not interested in the Super Bowl.

I had to ask my husband who was playing this morning.

And I can watch the commercials on YouTube tomorrow.

So tonight, while half the world was watching and screaming at the television

 and eating way more than their share of a turkey day dinner..

I sat at my daughter's vanity and let her "braid" my hair, 

then I returned the favor.

We painted nails and played strawberry shortcake.

We ate an entirely pink meal and had pink m&m's for dessert.

She discovered that she could spell her name using only four of them

{a trick I am sure will come in handy some day}

and exchanged "you're my girl"

"no, you're MY girl"

too many times to count.

And while she sits beside me sharing my favorite blanket

 watching and singing to strawberry shortcake

I know without a doubt

There is NOWHERE else I would rather be....