We are still here. The dog dish tuna did not do us in just yet.

But I don't feel like blogging. The death of the luge Olympian kinda bummed me out.

Happy Birthday to Sweet Tulsa!!! We go way back to ages 12 and 13, met at summer camp, suite mates, were there one month together. Then fast forward a few years to boarding school, same place as the camp, we were there one semester together. Then fast forward 24 years and we are now bosom friends.

I love ST so much. We really weren't friends until email, 8 years ago, so I am forever indebted to modern technology. It happened one night when my sister said, Let's look up Hampden DuBose Academy. ST responded, she is the glue of the group, inviting me to join the school's activities online. We started chatting via email and it just kinda kept going. This goes to show you that you never know what little God gifts are around the next corner, because I never would have guessed this delightful surprise in a million years, I mean, it was so out of the blue. And now ST is one of the pearls of my life.

She was one of the boarding school's beauties, I admired her and her effortless popularity from afar. And she's just as beautiful on the inside, which is the best. She has really been there for me. EVERYONE loves her, I do not exaggerate, ST has a winning mix of attributes, but I think I will cease and desist before I embarrass her :) Have a sweet day, Sweet Tulsa!

I'm thinking about turning into June Cleaver next week, just to try it out. Her schedule always seemed so even. But the modern woman has 50,000 interruptions every hour, it seems, and thus can never get anything done . . . unless she is exceptional, of course, which I am not.

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