Sleep overs. They are foreign

Sleep overs. They are foreign to the male
mind. Attention male readers: sleep overs not equal to shacking. I am talking
about girls sleeping over at one another's houses. The kind your sister had. You
feigned annoyance only secretly excited at your front row seat to secret female
behavior. Sleep overs confuse the heck out of R. Our girls like to have them
with each other. No sleep over is complete without three things: food, a video,
and late night whispering and laughing (every working man's nightmare). So, when
it's striking 11:30 and they are up excavating the pantry, they equate this to
fun. When they watch their favorite movie at 1 a.m. because it's their favorite,
this is quasi-elicit (it's to do with the time), and when they are giggling at
2:30, they are bonding. An invite to a sleep over is the big time. It means
you're a true, tight friend. E is sleeping over tonight! I am ecstatic for her.
This move has been hard for her and the look in her eyes at two invites in a
row, first to spend the afternoon at a friend's, then for the two of them to
head over to a mutual friend's to, well, not sleep over, but to stay awake over,
made my day just perfect. Well, that and the rice.