The boys are off on their survival trip -- no food, no water, just some long johns and a liter bag for each boy in Yosemite (quite appropriately at Jackass Lake :). We're just hoping they come back alive. While they're roughing it, we had girls' dinner (well, girls plus a 15 year old boy :) with barbequed rack of lamb, pasta, and artichokes, and lots of wine and several martinis.

I love my girls and I feel like I haven't seen them in forever what with the Zurich trip and the family visiting. I've been writing a lot lately and thinking quite a bit about my age. I went and had my annual pap this week and she asked me if I had any questions and I said no -- then said, wait! How fertile am I, now that I'm almost 35? Turns out I still have quite a few reproductive years ahead of me. But my eggs are getting old.

I know I've said this before, but it continues to amaze me to watch my girls getting more and more beautiful as they get older. I wonder if they know it. I wonder if I, too, am getting more attractive. I somehow doubt that I am, but I see them growing more and more radiant and attractive and sure of themselves and I adore them -- one of my girls turns 43 next week! 43! ;)

I wish I'd taken a picture of the dinner table with my lovelies around it because it would've made a great photo. I came back from Switzerland and all I wanted was to be alone. I had to get over that quickly because my sister and my son came to visit (and that's been fun!), but now I really feel like I'm ready to not be alone and it's good to have the girls around -- to remind me that growing older isn't a bad thing, and that good friends make everything in the world better.