Hi, Amanda.
You definitely threw me there...I'm glad I texted and found out you were in New York. I'm also happy to hear you had a good time.
I'm more than ready for summer vacation. Mostly I'm just really tired--physically, mentally, emotionally. It's been a difficult year at school (for a variety of reasons) and at home (with W and D, and all the stress of having people I love be sick). We only have a few weeks left, but as I know from past years, the last few weeks of school are as difficult as the first few.
I'll be around after the final Oprah episode this afternoon if you want to cry for a few minutes together...Otherwise I'm around this weekend and don't have plans yet other than to sit by the pool (Yay, pools season!) if the weather permits and I don't fry the first instant I get out there (I'm so pasty right now).
Glad to hear you're well.
Love,
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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