Hey, you.
I'm feeling out of touch and hope everything is okay with you.
I've recovered, I think, from having my wallet stolen last weekend, and had a good week. Thursday night I went out with an old friend whom I haven't seen in years. In fact, I don't think we've ever been out just the two of us. We had been talking about going out for a long time and I'm glad we finally did; we had a great time. (When you visit I am definitely taking you to her restaurant).
I'm around this weekend other than running errands today (which include purchasing a new wallet) and dinner at my mother's tomorrow.
Send me a text if you can't sit down and write?....
Love you,
Barb
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Things That Make Amanda Smile
The Firepit
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