Good – going dancing with friends wearing the new jeans you bought a size too small on purpose that now fit.
Better – having the most random experience of meeting your ex-boyfriend’s ex-wife while out dancing in said new jeans. She knows about you because the kids liked you and tells you you’re way too pretty for him anyway.
Best – leaving for Europe in t-minus one month from today.
It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!
Europe? I’m envious. Have the best time ever. Minus the french men.
Wow! Those are ALL quite good. DANG!
EUROPE??????? NOT Suisse?????
Holy! I thought you had given up on blogging, and I was very sad about it.
And alla sudden here you are. And I love you.