Those 70ish Girls

I’m going to a party and I’m really quite excited. 

I thought because of last time, we might be uninvited!

We’re all the best of friends who like our birthdays celebrated.

And I swear we never, EVER… get inebriated.

No, the water and the Texas tea we never have to spike.

And in the beginning… we all act ladylike.

Then as the day wears on and we’ve eaten our potluck,

And all the cake is gone, we seem to get dumbstruck.

The birthday cards are opened. Each one funnier than the last.

That’s when we start forgetting both the present and the past.

We love to tell our stories. One reminds us of another.

We joke about ourselves, our husbands, kids and Mother.

We have to stop our telling with the punchline still to go

While we all try to remember… good old so and so.

Who told us what we laughed about? Was it me or was it you?

A nanosecond later, no one has a clue.

We laugh until we cry and take pictures all the while.

And we never have to ask a single one to smile.

When the fun is finally over and we all say our goodbyes…

No one can believe, how fast a fun time flies.

We don’t tell each other’s secrets because everyone forgets.

We think tomorrow we’ll remember…hmm

Now that’s as funny as it gets!

Yes, I’m going to a party. I’m excited as can be…

I just wish I could remember who invited me…