I got to see an old friend this week. It was nice and it felt just right in a way that it hasn’t in a while.
This friend is special to me. She reads this blog, which means that she knows all of my secrets.
She is a good friend, which means that she didn’t mention this blog when I saw her. I’ll bet that she wanted to, but she didn’t and I’m grateful.
Still. I’m left wishing that we weren’t such good girls.
Next year, let’s have some fun.