Color me sparkly.
Sparkle.
I’m not a very sparkly person.
Persons who sparkle have energy. They have light down on the inside. That bursts forth.
Every now and then I might glow as a weak florescent lamp in the bathroom of some school room that hasn’t been remodeled since the 1970s.
But I went to a party tonight were I was to bring something sparkly and go home with something sparkly.
We were all sparkly.
I sat next to my daughter Kelly who I sat next to last year.
And my other daughters . . .
No they aren’t my daughters. But why am I always the only one at these things wearing cheater glasses?
And no I didn’t say Depends, either.
We had to draw out these clues to see who we would switch our unopened gift with.
And I ended up with a bunch of different packages.
This was traded to:
To get this.
Which was traded to this.
I got a cute little red clutch purse, that I can’t show you because the picture didn’t come out.
Here is Monica opening her gift.
And here’s Erin who gets us all together every year. Young and the old. Or well, the old one.
That is the great thing about having younger children. Younger mom friends are usually included in the package.
Young and sparkly ones.
Linking up with Greta @Gfunkied and Julie @Mamamash for another Wednesday’s iPPP.
Do you sparkle or no?
