Most every time I'm getting together with my closest, dearest friends - there is only a handful - I always think twice when applying my mascara. I should always know to apply the waterproof kind even though I sometimes underrate my buds and apply the regular kind (but it's always curling - love the curling).

Because I should know - with the friends I have - I will come home at the end of the night with raccoon eyes, not because of the sad-sobbing but because of the laughter. Full on - grab my sides, hope I don't snort, get disgusted stares from those around, tears streaming down my face - laughter.


With friends like these . . . well, I just shouldn't even wear mascara.