The Journals

Hey, A, it's me again, wishing you weren't on vacation so you could write back....

I stopped by my parents' today and looked in the attic for the journals. They were there, in a copy paper box labeled "Journals," safe and sound. I left them there. Let me explain....I have a lot to do the next few days and I know that once they enter my space, I will do nothing but pore over them and resist calling you every five minutes to say, "listen to this!" or "oh my god [that.]" Since you're on vacation and wouldn't be there to take any calls I'd be unable to resist making, I decided I will leave them there until you return from California, until you give me the go ahead and we both decide that we are prepared to face the stories that lurk in those volumes.

Hope vacation is going well. Love, Barb

PS I saw one of the Mean Girls at the pool yesterday. I paid her no mind, didn't even look her way.