Dear Single Friends,
Please, please, please continue to tell me your wild and adventurous tales of your night life,
. . .BUT, do not laugh when I ask, "You made out with a random guy on the dance floor? Really?!" as I am living vicariously through you, if only a tiny bit.
Please, please, please still invite me out every once in awhile for a girls' evening,
. . . BUT, do not take offense that after one margarita I am no longer so much as buzzed, as I am falling asleep in my chips and salsa.
Please, please, please remind me to take some time for myself,
. . . BUT, remember that when I am taking some time for myself at say, a pedicure, that laughing at the forest that is growing on my legs is not appreciated, and may make me cry.
Please, please, please remember that I am still Annie, not just "mommy" or "wifey" or "crazed lunatic,"
. . . BUT, also don't forget that "mommy" and "wifey" and even "crazed lunatic" (at times) are hats that I do wear, and are very much a part of me. Not ALL of me, mind you, but, still part of what makes me, me.
But most of all . . .
Please, please, please remember that I treasure you and our friendship. Though we may have differences, I appreciate you, and you bring a joy to my life.
Very simply, thanks.
PS If you ever want to give me hand-me-downs from your single girl wardrobe, I'm in. Just walking around the kitchen in your Manolos would make my day! :)
*** I am linking this to Mama Kat's writer's workshop today. Hop on over and read some more!******