My best friend Heather is living with me for ten weeks this summer, working in the same food pantry where I work part of the week (the other part spent upstairs in my office). That’s why I haven’t posted in awhile. She and I have been too busy going on walks around Liberty Park, almost getting hit by lightning in a rainstorm, watching cheesy reruns of Dawson’s Creek, eating homemade fruit juice popsicles, and laughing.
Here she is at her first staff meeting:
She doesn't like dogs. So she's doing her best to tolerate Little Dog's sprawled-out presence on the same couch. I thought for sure she would like Little, because he is mellow and not as lick-y as other dogs. But just his breathing on her annoys her.
Here we are having too much fun in front of the free shelf of skillet dinners:
Clients are allowed four free items per household. We're really trying to get rid of these skillet dinners. You can't tell, but off-camera and off the shelf there are several columns of stacked boxes of these skillet dinners. For some reason we find this abundance really funny.
I like having Heather as a roommate because she is clean, considerate, low-maintenance, and really funny. Of course, we’re still in the honeymoon stage.
Let’s pretend I’m not wearing the exact same shirt in both pictures, even though they were taken a week apart.
I don’t remember being annoyed at Little Dowg’s breathing. I think you exaggerate.
I hear panting. And I am sorry for the loss of your friendship with each other. In about 3 weeks.
Hey…that was dad’s comment above from my computer. He had my laptop. No fair.
Hey Heather…whats up?
How have we never met?
Probably because you thought from Sarah’s descriptions that I was too good to be true, so you figured I didn’t exist. Understandable – sometimes I’m so amazing I myself find it hard to believe someone that great really exists…and it’s me!