My best friends- talking to them on Skype somehow just doesn’t cut it. Dance Central parties and gab fests are things that need to be down in person. We get on each other’s nerves and sometimes consider the exact origin and basis of our friendship, but the amount of times we’ve bought each other cupcakes to say “I’m sorry” and the amount of cat fights we haven’t had is a testament to the fact that we’re just a bunch of crazy girls who are meant to be together.
*I refuse to recognize the Derby as sport or entertainment. The only thing it will ever be to me is scary. I mean, someone could die.
The smell of fresh cut grass- People don’t have yards here, or lawn mowers for that matter. You’re rich if you live in an apartment complex that can provide a yard a few square feet big. The first time I smelled cut grass this summer was yesterday when a landscaping business was mowing a few feet of grass on the back side of the church. The smell was faint and didn’t last long. Nothing like Cecil County variety that pervades nearly all aspects of life in the Spring and Summer time.
The twin- He’s the missing half to my crazy puzzle and the coolest kid I know.
Ciao!