My friend Holly used to be just My Friend Kerry's friend Holly, who I heard about many times and always thought wistfully that it would be amazing to actually meet her. Then I DID actually meet her and now she is MY FRIEND HOLLY and she's amazing beyond description. She has three sons and a demanding job and plays soccer multiple times a week and buys carloads of carrots and tampons for charity and takes care of her sick friends' aging parents (seriously, on multiple different occasions) and in addition to all this once drove across town to give me an Advent calendar when she found out I didn't have one (this is in my forties, to be clear). She also has the highest, sweetest voice and yet curses like a sailor, and when we were throwing axes the head axe-throwing teacher lady said "I really enjoy when you swear".
So not only did she invite a bunch of us to sit in her loge at the National Arts Centre for Un-Silent Night: an Epic Holiday Singalong, but...
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| She also came dressed as Slutty Mrs. Claus |
Today I ran a buying day for the Scholastic Book Fair at my morning school and a viewing day at my afternoon school. My niece Charlotte was texting me from the UK, and wishes me luck on the book fair and then offered sympathy when I was venting after a particularly challenging class had come rampaging through. She sent me this for if any more classes gave me grief.
I have the best friends AND relatives.
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