New week.
I went down to see my family over the weekend. It was a lot of driving (I’ve noticed I get super antsy/shifty/cranky during hour six of the drive, and sort of yell-y at other drivers), but it was good to see them. Bonus: my sister taught her dachshund how to roll over, and it is wriggly and awesome.
I miss my sister.
On Saturday, we ran into one of my favorite people in the entire WORLD, and I miss her, too. (BLOGGED, as promised.) I felt very dramatic and sad that there wasn’t more time to catch up/be loud/swap 30 Rock Tracy Jordan quotes (mind grapes).
On Sunday, on a break during my drive back, I had brunch with a friend who once was very very close to me. We’d lost touch for the last, oh, five or six years, and when I parked my car on her street and saw her waving on the sidewalk, my hands were shaking. Seeing her was so good. SO GOOD. We have a lot of catching up to do.
I don’t know how she’d feel about me plastering her picture here, but I can probably share this delightful one that her husband got of us. I don’t know why I was making this face, but we can probably all agree that I should make it more often.
I’ve been wondering what your refrigerators look like. We should compare photos. This is mine:
Let’s see. We have a page ripped out from the NWF magazine, an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion, an Obama pin from the caucus, a picture of a puppy I tore off an ad, sketches of how we remember Kewpie dolls from a beer night with a friend, and other assorted nonsense. Including our quote board.
In case you’re wondering, my quote was from a shrieking incident involving my head and a June bug.
I HATE those things.
Love,
black sheeped
