Gosh so much goes on and with all my good intentions, I don't ever get around to publishing like I want to. Before Alex's accident, I had taken a trip to St. Joe to meet up with my dear dear friends, Kelly and Nova. I picked Kelly up and we met Nova at Barbosa's, that famously amazing authentic Mexican castle downtown. We had the funnest lunch (we were celebrating Kelly's birthday), they all are the funnest, though. Then after a reluctant goodbye to Nova, Kelly and I took her fiance, Eric, his lunch (by now it's nearly 3, lol, but he was kind enough not to mention that) at the Police Department where he works.
We stopped at a very cool antique store on our way back home where I left my name for the owner in hopes he will run into some old Tab bottles and call me. I'd really love to have a Tab bottle or two. Memories of my grandmother are intermingled with so many amazing things from angel food cake for my birthday, to sneaking bites of the giant Hershey bar always present in her fridge, to coloring at our own little desk, the metal dollhouse, the red velvet bedspread, cantaloupe in the morning...and popping open a cold Tab, watching the smoke rise out of the bottle before taking my first sip. So....hoping he remembers and finds a Tab bottle just for me.
Here we are leaving the restaurant--Kelly in the middle, Nova on the right. Someone at church said this shirt flattered me--I'm fixin to tell her I really like her without makeup better next time I see her, that all the girls are saying it. I think it's okay to do that so long as we agree to all pray about it later...right? Pshh! I'm NOT pregnant, darnnit!