Sleepover, Cottage Style

Since the day I moved in, 

these two darlings have been begging me for a sleepover.

And, since our summer is nearing its end, 

yesterday they came tumbling in with bedding and baggage, 

ready for a night and a day of fun.

We started off with dinner (quesadillas, our tradition) 

and a game (Clue, our obsession).

Then, a treat:

 Meyer Dairy, for ice cream.

 We sat in the cool of the picnic tables to enjoy a pleasant evening, 

which started out well enough.

Then, this happened:

Clearly, it was time to retreat from public.

 Under the glory of the setting sun,

we drove ourselves home, with precious talking underway.

We closed out the night then,

 hanging around,

 singing and playing our little hearts out.

 There were some final games,

and then we climbed into beds and read, and talked, 

and laughed ourselves to sleep.

The next morning unfolded with lazy laying around,

 and a very large investment

  in breakfast.

I thought to myself:

 "what lovely sweet girls."

And then, this happened:

 Clearly, it was time to divert some of that energy elsewhere.

Commence:

Epic Water Balloon Battle.

 We prepared.

Though our progress was slow,

we worked together

 until we could fill enough arsenals for all.

 We headed outside in our bathing suits,

 into the rainstorm we refused to let defeat us.

 We took our places,

 and got ready,

 for action.

[Did I mention it was pouring? Did I mention it was awesome?]

Wet and weary, we headed inside for lunch

 and a few last rounds of Clue,

before declaring our sleepover a success, 

and to be repeated, soon.