1) Brush my teeth. That's a bad one. (You wanna hang out later, and I'll talk real close to your face?)
2) Put on deodorant. Ewww, also bad. (When we hang out, I'll give you a BIG hug.)
3) Put on perfume. This is not so bad, but it sure would have helped with number 2.
I'm obviously distracted, but YOU WOULD BE TOO if your best friend were moving across the country. Good news: Whitters got a job working for Obama in Indiana. Bad news: she leaves TODAY. We're about to go have Indian food for lunch, maaaaaaybe get a pedicure, and probably cry a little bit.
We had a goodbye party last night at the 632, and it involved a two year old's birthday, homemade pizza, the trampoline, HENRY, lots of family, baked cheese, cupcakes, beer pre-party and wine after. I'm pretty sure we did it up right.
INDIANA, YOU BETTER REPRESENT.