Here is another cute puppy pic from Thanksgiving.
Soooo. Last week the girls and I went to Menards, mostly to look at stuff we wanted but couldn't afford and then to buy a couple things we actually could spend some money on. When we went over to the paint section, I ran into one of my favorite couples - the Halls.
B. has been one of my best guy friends throughout most of my adult life. We both worked the restaurant circuit in town and were co-workers at a couple of different places. He's known my daughters since they were born and he and I used to hang out a lot and go to movies, see live music and wander around Sharpless auction on Wednesdays together and look at cool junk.
I met B.'s wife A. when they started dating. She was super cool and down to earth and most importantly, she really loved B. We soon became just as close as B. and I have always been. I've known A.'s son since he was 2 and their daughter since she was born.
Of course, as things go, we've been out of touch lately. A. used to manage a restaurant called 126 and I'd go down there on nights when the girls were at their dad's and hang out with A. and the other employees and drink wine. She quit a while back.
So, when I saw them at Menard's last week, the first thing A. said was, "Oh my god! Congratulations. When B. told me you bought a house, I almost cried, because I consider you one of my best friends and I haven't even spoken to you in 6 months and had no idea you were even looking..." I felt badly about it too. We vowed to be better about staying in contact. The sad thing is that she lives probably about 6 blocks down Court Street from me. How does that happen?