Well, I'm home. And even though I'm on vacation, that hasn't stopped the majority of you from hounding me about blogging. Specifically about the time I got hit by a car and wound up in the urgent care center.
But I'll save that for a later date.
Like when the scar on my face heals and my eye is in less pain.
After six months of being apart, two of my high school friends delved back into the tradition of having a sleepover just like we used to. Fried chicken, chocolate in any form, a Disney movie, nail painting - so typical, so predictable and utterly perfect. Then we all climb into a double bed and talk until we pass out and sleep til morning.
At least.....that's how it used to be.
THEN
NOW
THEN
NOW
Things at home are a little different, too.
I'm sharing a bathroom with my brother and sisterinlaw after having my own bathroom for five years.
And we all have the same color toothbrush.
It's been an unsanitary adventure.
I know you're all desperate for blog posts.
Especially the guy who smacked me on the forehead at a potluck to see if I'd blog about it.
Well, Merry Christmas.
You got your wish.
