Today is Lynne’s birthday and I wish her the happiest one, but I’m tired of this rollercoaster of a pandemic, and I’m tired of being far away, and I hope some writing in email and some coloring on Instagram and just the truth that she’s always in my thoughts and my heart will get us through to our next reunion.
Memories in photos in no particular order behind the cut.
Wow. You have been friends a long time. Wonderful memories.
Who would have thought nearly two years ago, that all of this would still be going on? And now Omicron…
Since we were twelve years old. It’s crazy and mad and wonderful.
I know–two years ago (in December) I was just telling people to please take it seriously, and I can tell you that even the people who didn’t treat me like I was nuts secretly thought I was nuts.
I was not nuts.
thanks! it is time for us to be normal (well, we have never been normal) so we can have fun. Thanks for the gifts… well maybe not the pimp shoe salt & pepper shakers…
Love you my friend. My world would not be good without you.
I love you, too. You know those shoes are perfection. You’re probably planning to have a pair made for yourself. Just click your heels together and say, “There’s no place like the Pink Panther’s apartment, there’s no place like the Pink Panther’s apartment…
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