Good Friday
Frankly, every Friday is good.
As the lousy lapsed catholic that I am, I’m going to try & hit mass tonight.
T-6 Days to the Birthday.
Whoo.
I’m feeling my age. And every year I say it, and every year I mean it, but the winds of change are pushing at my back and nudging me forward.
This is the beginning of the rest of your life.
Things I’ll tell my best girlfriends but have a hard time believing myself.
“Dayam girl, you look great for your age…but you really should buy yourself a new pair of jeans. It’s cool though.”
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