… Yay! Golden Girls! Oh, how I love me some Golden Girls. Does anyone remember the one where Rose thought that Bob Hope was her father? I always had kind of a weird feeling about that one.
BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS POST IS ALL ABOUT. THE FOLLOWING IS WHAT THIS POST IS ALL ABOUT:
I have such wonderful friends. I really do. Not all of them live close by, but I feel like even though you’re far away, it’s still possible to “be there” for someone. Oh, please excuse any hippie-dippyness going on here, I’ve just taken some Benadryl and am getting all loopy.
Anyway. One of our friends, Rose, lives in Georgia. She’s very, very nice (I think I’ve mentioned her before– last year she sent me a huge box full of all her old knitting supplies, basically fitting me out with everything I’ll ever need as a knitter) and although sometimes it sucks being far away from your friends, well, you make do.
She and I are both Big Girls. She’s heard over and over about how it’s impossible for me to ever find nice clothes that fit me around here, without them costing thousands of dollars. She has the same problems. It’s good to vent sometimes to someone who really understands what you mean.
Rob went to check the mail this morning and came back into the bedroom (yes lazy me, I was sleeping in), telling me “There’s a package for you waiting at the post office”. I wasn’t expecting anything but hey, a package is a package, so we went out to get it.
It was this huge box, addressed to me, from Rose.
When we got home, I of course tore into it, trying to figure out what she could have sent that was so darn huge.
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