The Thought Escapes Me



We celebrated the 40th birthday of my dear friend Monica this weekend. A few fabulous women flew in from all over the country for a weekend to remember! 

The festivities also coincided with the Winter Park Arts Festival, a yearly feast for anyone with an artistic bone in their body (and don’t we all have at least one out of our 206?). 

I made my way through the walkers and strollers and found myself downright tickled at the above sculpture. I wanted to tell Monica that this is what happens after 40, but I didn’t want to ruin the fun. She’ll figure it out herself, if she hasn’t already. [The artist is]