happy belated birthday g.l.

Yep, I did it again. I’m notoriously bad at remembering birthdays. It’s my anti-calling card and I’m not proud of it at all. And poor G.L., she is the current winner of the belated wishes.

I do hope she had a fabulous birthday. She’s getting closer and closer to my age, but she’ll never quite catch me. That’s OK; she deserves to be a few years younger.

So, G.L. and I lived together in a sorority house one year, but we probably never saw each other because she was a student and I was the cruel wicked house mother. There was one night though where went we out to Red Robin for dinner and had to go home, put on our pajamas then go back to our friend’s house to continue to hang. Why pajamas? Because we had eaten so much that we were in pain and the only clothes that seemed comfortable where pajamas. We were pain for hours after that. I will never, never eat that much again. Ever.

I became better friends with her and spent more time with her after she graduated and stayed around town. And then, of course, now there is the almost weekly football games in the fall where we dance to the music on the loudspeaker and get all excited about things like touchdowns and um…I don’t know what else happens in football. We are usually chatting.

G.L. is one of those people whom you never get enough time with. She’s so busy, so popular, that her time is spread thin. I can ‘t wait for football season if only to spend some good quality time with her because I NEVER get to see her and I don’t talk her enough. I didn’t even know that she had moved to a new place (uh-huh, you need to inform your friends, yo).

I miss her and wish her the happiest of belated birthdays she has ever flippin’ had.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY G.L.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!