I'm a Ski Nut, too
So you remember this person, this tiny invasive beauty queen with clever clothing plopping right down in Your third grade classroom and be-bopping around school with a ponytail and an earwig-infested pepper and you knew instantly that you would be friends. Why does 18 years of knowing someone make you feel like you're just beginning? We have a long and winding story that can be told in seven seconds at a bar, my longest-standing (Have some fallen? I'll never tell) friend and I. Happy birthday Erin. I've been saving this picture for you.
posted by mchughtie at 12:22 PM
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you could always say, "this is my oldest friend, erin" and gloriously lead people to believe that no, i'm not twelve, but rather eighty-three.
much love to you, colleen, oh sarcastic fourth-grader with wings and a trombone.
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