Transplanted Life
Tuesday, March 08, 2005 It's your friend, it's my friend, it's a friend to us all.
See, I thought I was being perfectly reasonable when I got dressed this morning. I knew that I was going to be hanging out with Kate tonight, so I looked out the window and said, hey, it's raining a little but it's almost spring and the snow's almost all melted (one of the benefits of living in the city). We're going out to dinner to celebrate her new job, so I'll wear a nice skirt and shoes because I really don't have time to come home and change afterward.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I couldn't believe how cold it got, and the bus was late, so I was standing out waiting for it. Ugh. I wouldn't be surprised if I caught something.

And we didn't even get to hang around that much; Kate got a call on her cell about some sister-related thing she had to deal with. She told me I was lucky to have a low-maintenance brother. Yeah, it's OK, but he think's I'm insane.

Still, an upside to being a girl is that after spending an evening freezing yourself, you can come home and take a nice, warm bath without feeling weird about it.

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