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mustard waffle fries, pound signs, and girl talk.

it doesn’t seem right that the english language only has one word for ‘love.’

i just spent 5 days including two 8+ hour road trips with my beautiful and hilarious best friend and no less than 30 minutes after being away from her, i already missed her.

when we pulled up at her place last night her husband said ‘i bet you’re so sick of each other’ and all i thought was ‘nope. i’d jump back in the car and do it all over again.’ and i would.

she’s the best.

and so was the weekend we just had.

everyone i’ve talked to complains about the drive from sd to sf…and yet i had a blast – both ways. even stuck in traffic: interpretive dancing, storytelling, almost knocking each other out, spy missions to visit another bestie at work, musical exploration, sharing pilot duties, entertaining other cars on the road, narrowly escaping phone/texting laws as a passenger (it was NOT a coincidence 😉 ), discussing the logistics of wetsuits and how airtight they are, ssschhinging along with our bessschht liisshppshh, saving $$ for lisshp shhurgery, not letting friends live on ramen, and making plansshh with musshtard sshhtan…

i’m sad that it’s over and yet so happy and grateful that my friends are so amazing.

love my friends. love my life.

love love.

…back to the grind with a happy heart.

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hump day.

i was recently driving a rental car and pulled up next to my boy bestie. i was staring at him & smiling, but not waving. i knew he didn’t recognize me yet since i was in a random car. i watched him go into full flirt mode as he smiled at me and leaned back to puff out his manly chest then i watched the wave of recognition wash over him. it was a special moment to see him snap out of his ‘laying it on thick’ eyes and yell ‘oh shit!’

i love that he thought there’d be some girl trying to flirt on him prior to 9am. on a weekday.

he’s so cute.

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taboo.

hot on the heels of my previous posts, i’m remembering funny things from my childhood. when i was growing up my mom didn’t approve of me saying two things:

hate.

and

shut up.

i was allowed to say that i didn’t like something at all, but the H-word was forbidden. also okay to say was ‘please, be quiet’ – which does NOT have the same emphatic tone that ‘SHUT UP!’ does.

cussing was never an issue, but these two things if ever uttered would get me in DEEP trouble. (although the joke was on my mom, she’d put me in time out and i’d take a nap)

i still feel a twinge of guilt when saying i hate something. and i’m appalled when i hear ‘shut up’. this may come as a shock to even my best friends who know me as being crass with a little too much sass. i’ll drop the C-bomb no problem, but find ‘hate’ to be a little too harsh.

go figure.

see mom? i listened a little bit.