Cindy and I are big proponents of the girls' night.
Luckily, our hubbies (and daughters) are good enough to support us in our endeavors.
This month, we decided to get back to our kindergarten roots for a bit of therapeutic painting.
Though I ended up ruining my plate with my pathetic attempt at an "i," our rejuvenatory hour as would-be artists was nothing short of wonderful.
And ending the evening with our dollar diet cokes and ice cream cones -- icing on the cake.