Things Heard at Our Girlfriend Getaway

Things Heard at Our Girlfriend Getaway in Anna Maria Island


Keep your hands off my wet noodle.

This is my own personal noodle…from home.

Poist mussies

I love you, but I’m not going to make out with you.

I don’t do girl on girl.

I wouldn’t kiss my sister like that.

How was that empanada?

You know, they’re turkey.

They’re grown women. They chose to drink it.

What’s the stain on the mattress?

Is she breathing?

I’m not dead yet.

Quacktastic.

I heard it was the penultimate.

What happens in Anna Maria, stays in Anna Maria.

(Unless Denise blogs about it.)


*A shout out to Kelly for capturing these fun moments and sharing the photos with me.*

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26 thoughts on “Things Heard at Our Girlfriend Getaway

  1. Visiting from the Hobo Mama Linky…

    Your Girlfriend Getaway looked amazing. And hilarious! I am long overdue for one of those! Thanks for letting me live vicariously through you! (As my 8-month old is drooling on my leg and putting his slimy hands all over the computer…)

  2. Oh my goodness…this is too funny! I’m very jealous of your getaway, looks like you had a blast!
    Thank you for stopping by my blog today! I love to connect with other running mama’s out there 🙂

  3. Thanks for stopping by & for sharing these wonderful pictures! If you could take a picture of fun & happiness & true friendship these would definitely be it! Such memorable pictures!

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