midnight hour...
I'm over at Susan's house, supposedly helping her pack, but really I've been writing thank-you notes and watching her play College Football 2006 w/ Terrell (a.k.a. NCAA 2006). I also tackled Terrell when he was being feisty and somehow we both fell off the bed and broke Susan's wicker shoe basket. My favorite part was when T landed on the floor (and me, and mainly the basket), looked around, and said, "It's broken... I didn't do it" even though he was sitting right on top of it. Wicker was everywhere. I laughed so hard I almost puked.
Here's a nice conversational nugget:
Me: Susan, I have to confess something.
Sue: Did you fart on my bed?
Me: No. Well, probably, but that's not what I wanted to tell you.
Ah, best-friendship. Christine left for Ireland today, Katie leaves for D.C. in the morning, and Sue is headed for NYC on Tuesday. I think I may build a man made entirely out of nougat and livestrong bracelets to accompany Susan on her journey. Better get on that.