Good friends let you do silly things.
Although I have absolutely no idea what I was doing here.
Good friends dance with your dog.
(Better not tell Dan we did this. Sherman is not supposed to jump up on people. Oops.)
Or brunch. Or salad. Or whatever.
Good friends let you cry after you realize that you've just spent way too much money on rubber boots. But in my defense, I have been wanting a pair of Hunter boots since I was about three years old. Which is a really long time. My plan was to make fake Hunter icons and glue them on to my $5 Target boots that I found in the gardening section a few years ago. But then I realized that I'm not crafty enough to do that.
Those were on sale. I promise.
(Once again. Do not tell Dan we did this.)
to freezing cold Kansas ... just to spend time with you.
When you need them the most.