Or invading your mailbox. It’s almost the same, isn’t it? When they can’t be there for keeps? Things at ThePlaceThatShallNotBeDiscussed have been particularly un-discussable lately, and because my friends are awesome, they not only heard me, they reached across the miles to offer a hug and small pieces of comfort, the way only they can.
This showed up on my doorstep this past weekend:
A goody box with a Brady tshirt, Freudian sticky notes, owl push pins (and a lil statue of an owl that we call Weezy, who now lives in the Fairy Garden because the girls thought it was a gnome, not an owl. Geez.), scrap paper, red noses for the girls, an ampersand for the kitchen (don’t you design in punctuation?), and thank you notes. Oh, and a book for Gracie to read (The Red Tent, and the return of one of my books (A House in the Sky). A care package of awesome!
And then yesterday I checked the mail for the first time in mumblemumble:a few days:mumble and found this:
A care packy from my bestie Juls, back in Boston! (Cupcakes not included, but since Julie is cupcakes, I thought it was fitting that cupcake-palooza for the girls’ birthday sleepovers was going on in the background.) There was a note of encouragement, a pic from our last weekend together, and mix
tapes cds. Juls is the queen of mix tapes cds, so I was so super excited to get them going. I think I might have listened to Fiona Apple’s “Hot Knife” about a hundred times on the way to work this morning.
Thanks for the awesomeness, ladies! It makes such a different putting up with the annoyances in our lives when you know you have such fantastic lifelines should you ever need to yell “Uncle!”