Today I wanted to try and look good. After my 3rd outfit (that looks exactly like the first 2) she's knocking on the door and I'm in underwear. So French and yet not.
Our relationship has changed so much since we've been doing this. We were really work buddies before this experiment. Of course I knew she was fun and smart but it's a whole new thing now.
I opened the door and there is my new friend. Not my work buddy, my new friend. It's almost like she's a different person. She's tiny, chic and quiet.
3 is, of course, in love with her.
Hubby took 3 on a field trip somewhere so Shaboom and I could do stairs, a walk and talk.
On our walk we went by a little cupcake shop.
We didn't get any that day but they are pretty.
She finally got to see Porto's. She ordered a fruit cup and we decided to share a chocolate croissant.
She ate half of my steak sandwich instead.
Back home we had a little bubbly water with lemon.
We made plans. (I love plans) She's coming over again soon.
Then she was gone. Off to another friend's house.
I'm worried about Shaboom. She doesn't eat unless someone feeds her.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT. It makes me want to feed her. I know she's stressed out about Swim Swim. He broke her heart. Betrayed her. But she still loves him. I rescued a puppy with eyes like hers once.
I think I have to adopt her.