I have had the same two best friends for years, recursivesteph for twenty and T for sixteen. recursivesteph is getting married in August, and I cannot wait to stand up for her and beside her. I already have my toast written in rough draft form so high is my level of woo-hoo. I also am excited for her and boymeat to finally meet. They will adore each other, of that I have no doubt.
T is pregnant with her fourth child, a little girl to add to her current posse of three sons and one husband. She's doing very well, and I had a chance to see it for myself when we went out on Tuesday night. It was the first time in a long time that we were together without the kids as her mom offered to baby-sit. Go mom!
We had a leisurely dinner and then went shopping. I helped her pick out a fabulous dress for a wedding rehearsal she's going to today. Want to hate her? It was a size two, and she's six months pregnant. It's all about the genes, babies. I was looking at a skirt when she hopped on the escalator, one of only two in this tiny town.
T: I'm going down!
Me: If you had gone down, you wouldn't be in the state you are in now.
We laughed and then went to get ice cream cones.