I am the kind of Schmuck who forgets her best friend's birthday*.
Oh fair, sweet, Anne Miller, I love you big time! I am so sad that you had to leave NYC, but I realize that Edith Wharton needs you more than I do right now. Maybe I can come up for a visit soon**? We'll celebrate the likes of which Western Massachusetts has never seen before [ie a trip to Bickford's and Friendly's].
*I don't know how this happened, usually I am the Birthday Maven.
** Aparently, I am also the kind of schmuck who tries to atone for missing her friend's birthday by inviting herself up for a weekend visit.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment