Hey -
Just a short note to say I'm sorry that your year is turning out this way. Tough to deal with, I'm sure. With any luck you will get a few snow days in there and not have to take your personal days.
Our holiday was actually very good, despite the insanity of my brother his wife. They did not spend the holiday with us but did have dinner with my parents one night. The rest of us had a perfectly wonderful time without them.
Today is J's birthday, but JJ has his football banquet tonight, so it's not much of a celebration. He's leaving for a trip tomorrow morning and will be gone until Thursday, when we have a FD dinner to go to. Maybe this weekend I'll throw something together for him with the hood.
I will call you tomorrow or Wednesday if you'll be available to chat. Glad to hear you had a good Thanksgiving and hope to hear your voice soon.
Love,
A
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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