After a delightful dinner with
Mary and Kevin (but not
Taya as planned--get better, baby Milo!), I got off the A train a few stops early for a surprise visit to CRD's for some bitching about my day and a little
Jessica Fletcher.
Murder She Wrote is like mashed potatoes: very easy on your stomach, comforting, and warming. Also:
fattening.
Then, I get an e-mail from CRD with the subject header, "Guess What You Left Here?"
And this photo.

Sigh. Friends.
1 comment:
Isn't that nice of me? A not-as-nice-friend wouldn't have taken the trouble to make a self-portrait showing you the rings you left behind.
Friendship. Next to Godliness.
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