
This is what happens when you give me a hard time for missing two whopping days of blogging... you become my subject for the day. I'll teach you! In her defense, it was an eighties party, she doesn't always look like Cyndi Lauper.
So this is my dear friend Victoria or Vicky or Tikki or The Englishwoman, depending on the time of day you ask me. We carpool several times a day most days, live together through soccer season on one or two teams, suffer through painful PTA tasks, and are Girl Scout Leaders for life. Needless to say, Vicky and I drink a lot of red wine together.
Oh, and the non-registered, non-voter has seen more of this country on vacation than I have, so I'm going to become part of their family for travel. I'm trying to convince her to get her US citizenship just for this November's election. It's all her fault we had Bush twice, since she didn't vote, right?
I'm off to go proofread the Middle School newsletter that she typed. Ugh.