I didn’t manage to post yesterday, or last week, and today’s post won’t be much more than a few lines. We had BeBop’s last evaluation this morning, postponed from last week, and Sparky and I go back tomorrow to hear the results. My stomach is pretty much a ball of knots.
I did want to mention that the visit from our dear friend last week was wonderful. So very good to see her. She has such a wonderful presence and is an incredible person, whether she chooses to acknowledge it or not. (Yes, I’m talking to you, babe.) Sparky commented that he loves that she and I have never lived within a thousand miles of each other and we don’t actively talk very often, but we talk about how much we miss each other and we’re totally dedicated to one another. Very true. We are soul sisters. So that’s her nickname on this blog: Soul Sister.
Love you to pieces, Soul Sister.
I am so glad you had a change of pace, scenery- a distraction, etc. Hope you are regenerated.
You just made Soul Sister cry.
Did she tell you that or are you projecting?
I sensed a disturbance in the force. The force is very strong with me, as strong as a small pony.
Lol, nice Sparky, so nice.
(Gawd I love it when these awesome husbands show up on our blogs.)
I have a friend like that too, it’s the most recharging thing to have our “moments” together when we can.
You are doing great.
Julie
Soul Sister, here. Awesome pseudonym, I feel exactly the same way about you.
I’m not a blogger, or blog commenter, or blog reader (except for this one) – but I had to post a comment, so it was necessary for me to come out of my unibomber shack and log in.
Love you, too! It was great to see you four – and to have a few days away from my brood. I’m so lucky to have friends like you and Sparky – and lucky to have my clan here. Sometimes you don’t know what you have until you pull it away from your face and look at it from a distance. (Well, at least that is how I have to read all restaurant menus now.)
P.S. Yes, I cried. Sparky was right. Isn’t he nearly always?
Thanks for commenting, sweetheart. I know it’s outside your comfort zone, so it means that much more.