Where have I been? I don't know? That's not a question, actually. I really do know that I don't know. I'm running through my days so freakishly happy that I don't actually remember what happens from one moment to the next. Honestly, I know I did something before two classes on Monday, but I have NO clue what it was. I'm pretty sure I did something after class, too. BUT I REALLY CAN'T RECALL...*
Oh yes. I remember the "after." Mel.
Mel is a dear one. A dear one from the past that upon the passing of a mentor became a dear one of the present. We can go a decade without seeing one another and within minutes we know everything and have everyone being naughty. It's easy. It's audacious. It's smart. It's a lot of heart.
And she let me crack open her bottle of wedding anniversary Veuve Clicquot. What more can you ask for from a dear one?
Oh. And she likes the blog. And she's pretty sure I'm ADHD. She is not the first.
*I'm beginning to think it's because I had champagne three days in a row. Oopsy.
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