Sorry I missed you the other night. I was in correcting hell at the time; when I went to check voice mail and call you back, I had missed the little window of time you had. Hope high school orientation went well...and, yeah, I know...when the hell did that happen?
W comes down tomorrow for the big game. I'm still anxious but trying to be positive--about our visit and the game. I'll let you know how it goes.
Hope all is well with you. I imagine there's a BLU party somewhere tomorrow in the hood, and I hope you have fun.
More next week.
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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