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| 08.30.06 (2:03 pm) [edit] |
Well, my oldest and dearest friend came down from Ontario to visit me two weeks ago. I can't believe the time went so fast! There was so much more I wanted to do and show her...there just isn't enough time, and tomorrow morning she will be gone before the sun comes up. :(
It's going to be hard to see her go. We haven't seen each other for six years. Our kids were babies together and then we both moved away from Calgary and away from each other.
Stupid circumstances...they get in the way of living sometimes. On the upside, I think I've convinced her to move up this way next summer. I sure hope she does.
I will remember her trip anyhow, even if she doesn't come this way. We have lots of pictures and we got a portrait done with us and the girls.
My house has never been cleaner though...hehehe. That woman can clean!! The one thing I'll never forget is standing in the laundry room, ready to turn off the light and not being able to because right at the last minute, she swoops in with a rag and a bottle of spray cleaner and starts scrubbing the light switch. Dude...all I could do was stand there and stare. It was pretty funny.
She has EVERYTHING in her purse. She can dryclean her laundry in a porta pottie, she's that good.
Now, I have to poke fun at her. We were mowing the lawn and she tips over the mower and starts cleaning the underside with a stick. When she was done, I asked her why I couldn't see my face in it. "what's the matter?", I asked. "Didn't you bring your lawnmower shiner with you"?
I'm really gonna miss my friend. But I'm sure glad she came to visit.
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