i'm sorry i've been ignoring you. i've been spending more time with people i could pat on a shoulder or kiss or just brush away a stray sushi bit, if i so desired.
no offense to all my imaginary friends out there, but you and i? we can't really move forward in our relationship until we can pat each other on the shoulder at whim.
we should work on this.
i snuck out for sushi the other night with one of my favorites, and we spent the evening laughing our heads away. just the thought of her makes me want to grab you by the shoulders and look you smack in your sweet browns or clear blues or gorgeous greens and tell you to make sure you have good girlfriends who are more like sisters with every year that passes.
it's a really necessary item for your life. trust.
two shortie stories i wanted to tell you because i want you to giggle like i did:
her husband, who is one of the loveliest men ever made but not exactly the guy who makes a lovely dinner...made dinner. no sides. just the meaty part.
my friend didn't even care. he turned twice as handsome as he already is just by putting that bird in the oven. maybe it was the overnight marinating. either way, she loved it.
so she wasn't going to let the fact that it exploded into tiny black crisps ruin the moment. so they all chewed and chewed with smiles on their faces.
this is really good, she told her husband. she was surprisingly honest.
it's not that bad, her husband agreed. he was honestly surprised.
their four-year old son, though, looked at both of them like they'd lost their minds and declared...
IT! TASTES! LIKE! FIRE!
who says that?! probably the same little guy who looks wistfully at photos of his mom when she was pregnant with his little sister, sighs at the memory of it all, and says...
aww. remember when you ate laila?
oh, you. i hope your day tastes like fire. or just lights up all around you. that'd be a good thing. catch you later. and really. let's work on that sushi date thing. it'd be nice to pat you on your shoulder. xoxo. oh! and in honor of my extra long run this morning, i give you leg inspiration. via just smoke your troubles away.