Just spent a very fun annual weekend at friend’s cottage with good food, art tour, yoga, side order of laughing my butt off and a few shared bottles of red.
I love this friend- have written about her before- she is so full of energy and love. Whenever I say this is what I am working on she uses the word “we” and makes me not feel alone like she will do this and that to help my latest thing take off. If I say I want to take up karate – she says “I will do it with you!” If I say “Anyone in for a Vietnamese cooking class? How about ballet? Anyone want to swim across the bay?” She’s my girl. Love her for that.
I hate her for the fact that she has finished- yes finished- her Christmas shopping and she brought it to her cottage because she needs to hide everything from her family.
Did you hear me?
She is finished her shopping.
Completed in flip flops (not winter boots and coats shlepping through the puddles and salt with the angry crowds)
I don’t think we can be friends anymore.