And a wave of feminine force washed over the land...

And they appeared on the horizon and emerged from their Odyssey and MDX chariots.  They were dressed in their warrior wears, with their spiky heels and tall boots.  They wore their armored Spanx and skinny jeans. Displayed around their necks, wrists and ears were the spoils of distant lands.  Their visages fully adorned with the paint indicative of their tribe...the blood red lips and dark outlined eyes.  This tribe of women moved forward toward the threat.  This was a battle for which they were prepared.  They would conquer the threat as a combined force, not allowing their fallen sister to struggle alone.  No compromise would be allowed and negotiations would not be entertained.

This was WAR.  

The enemy would be defeated.

As their fallen sister watched from behind enemy lines the imposing force of feminine might and power, she found her own strength growing.  Much depended on the victory.  The legacy of future warrior women and combined sisterhood force would not be threatened nor jeopardized.  Failure would not be an option.

And so she rose.  

She rose to her full height with her tall boots and big girl panties.  She rose with bowed breast and chin held high.  She rose to meet her sisters.  The battle had begun and she was ready for the fight.

Victory was at hand.


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For some reason, this was the image that kept coming to mind during our girls' night out.  It's fantastical, but I could believe it.  The women that had gathered were not merely joining me for a night out of drink, food and laughter, but they were displaying their loyalty, support and combined force.  A force that is needed to conquer life's challenges.

Thank you to all for the support and friendship throughout the years.  I know I don't say it enough, but I appreciate everyone of you and am so thankful to call you my friends.