College roommates and other secrets best kept hidden...

My old college roommate is here. I was going to let her relax at the beach and do her own thing while I was at work and then I realized that I couldn’t let her have all the fun! What are sick days for anyway? So, I’m home, soaking up the rays and devouring a good book or two. We stayed out for 4 ½ hours today and I’m pink. I’m not the oh-you’re-gonna-peel burnt, just a little tender. I’ll still be able to lay out tomorrow, but I might put on a shirt after several hours.

It always amuses Linc when Mo comes for a visit. I think it’s hard for him to accept that there is someone else out there who can finish my sentences and knows just how to irritate me to laughter. We eat too much, we drink too much, and we definitely laugh too much. And the best part is that my best guy likes my best girl. I’m a very lucky lady.

I have always found it strange that people I knew for four short years, in my wildest days, would know me better than those I spent my entire childhood with. I still have the girlfriends from my ‘formative’ years, but we easily grew apart, me being the only one to go to college AND leave town--permanently. While in college, I managed to become a member of a very tight group of friends. All from different parts of the state, no two with the same major, religion, or background. I don’t know why our strange conglomerate of personalities managed to not only meet, but stick together through the years (you will meet them all later, no doubt) but I define myself as very fortunate indeed.

So tonight, as Mo and I finish off the last of the mix in the blender and put our morning mimosa supplies in the fridge, I tip my glass to you, my farrago of buddies, wherever in the world you may currently be:

Bella the Ballerina
Con-Man
Pat
Ash-y
Jerm
Trudy
Jess the Mess
and
Mo

…Fiona…