I'm pooped. Long day of cleaning, and the humidity was like a million percent or something. Grocery shopping, cleaned up kitchen, fixed tuna casserole from scratch, and now I am wanting to just get in my jammies and go to bed.
Not the most interesting life, for sure.
I get to spend time tomorrow with two of my longest lasting friends. We all met at Baswell Jr. High School, in Topeka. We were three smart, awkward square pegs. I am so glad that the square peg-ness is not as much of an issue now.
Between the three of us, there have been a couple of divorces, the death of a spouse, the birth of five children, the death of four parents, job losses, moves, health problems... who knew all that would happen back when we met at Boswell? That was a very awkward sentence, but you know what I mean.
I am looking forward to our brunch. Love these ladies.
How early is too early to put jammies on?
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