Thursday, March 18, 2010
The BFF is swimming with sharks in South Africa. I miss her. So today, with her blessing, I'm sharing an e-mail she wrote me a while ago:
"There was a time when you and I would call in sick and spend the day in our respective apartments (studios!), watching daytime tv, while commenting the shows over the phone. Those days are long since gone. But days like this, average halfboring January days, I wish I could go back. Live at Slipers and Grevgatan again, if only for a couple of hours.
If I call in sick today there's laundry to fold, rugs to clean, sheets to change, kids to pick up, food to cook, homework to supervise. From my old 20-something life, all I really miss are those tv-phone calls."
As love letters go, this is one of the best I've ever had. And I couldn't agree more.
Though I really miss smoking too.
What do you miss?