A few months ago, one of my oldest buds, and most favorite people on the planet Jennie suggested that we plan a top-secret mother-daughter trip with our moms. They are best buds, and don't get to see each other as much as they would like to since Mom and Dad retired to the Island.
So Jennie, Ellen and I, whom will forever more be referred to as "Best Daughters Ever", started batting around potential destinations. Las Vegas? Too full of sin. Florida? Too many old people? Toronto? Too not-far-enough-away-from-home enough. New York? Perfect.
So we didn't tell the moms at all, until the night before. It was then that Ellen gave Mom the contract we had drawn up for her to sign. It included a few rules and regulations for her to follow so that our weekend would not be filled with sentences like, "Ellen, where are you going to wear pink high heels?", "Angela, Maggie doesn't need anymore clothes. She has Sophie's hand-me-downs", and "Girls, we are not paying $10 for a cab. It is only 110 more blocks to the hotel".
But all joking aside, we had a blast. Yvonne and Mom were really surprised, and we had the most incredible weekend. Can't wait to do it again next year ladies:)
vegas 2013....here we come!!
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