Day Ninety Five: Monday Funday?

In the midst of my pining for the weekend, I find mine extended. I am eating pizza with a friend and she has all the tales to tell me since the last time we hung out.

It is a girl fest to the max, all the boys are getting what for. We love them, but for fuck sake, things still get said. And the relief is good. I pet the dog, listen to the stories and relive our past: before new countertops, a new husband and a big dog.

We are still young and wild, at least at heart.

Monday April 5:  Sharpie and Pen on card stock 9"x12"