I was lucky enough to go the Rascal Flatts concert with Corrie, and I had an absolute blast. It's not often I get to spend quality time (ie not wrangling a toddler at a restaurant begging her to sit down or having to watch the clock so that I'm not gone for too long) with one of my best girlfriends, so it was a real treat to enjoy a leisurely dinner, lounge in the grass on a blanket during a surprisingly cool summer evening, listen to a good concert (Darius Rucker ... yes, HOOTIE! ... was the opening act ... very exciting), and chit chat for hours about nothing and everything.
To all my girlfriends (you know who you are), you're the best. You make me laugh, you keep me sane, and you assure me that I'm not alone. Plus, I'm glad all of you are forgiving and willing to still love me even though I don't see you often or call you enough. I can guarantee that you're in my thoughts and, whenever we are together, I always feel as though we pick up as though we've never been apart.
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right back at ya, slick.
and congrats!
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