Hey, Amanda.
So I just had one of those moments like you had the other night...As I sat here with a glass of wine and my favorite non-dinner dinner--caprese; olives; pâté; warm, crusty bread-- I thought of how much I look forward to sharing a dinner like that with you when you visit. No worries about what to wear and where to go (or how much it will cost), just us with some good wine and nibbles and plenty of time to talk. Maybe the day you get in we should plan to do just that.
In the homestretch now, five days till California, debating a sick day tomorrow to get some laundry and list-making done, but not sure I'll follow through...Lesson plans are on my desk but it's crunch time, so I may have to save the sick day for the week I get back...or some other time. I'll keep you posted.
Hilarious picture...so sorry...
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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