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I know a lot of people. People online, people in LLL, people in PATH, people my husband works with, sister hangs out with at the park, people I see at Natural Family meetups on a regular basis. And of course I'm in pretty close contact with my family and Grant's family and all the related branches of step, in-law and twice removed. I gots the new neighbors and I still gots the old neighbors we go visit. I can be comfortable around damn near anybody.

Anyway, the point is that I only consider a very few people lifelong, real friends. The kind I can actually be real with, whether that's my wack sense of humor or crying at the drop of hat or just being honest-honest without a second thought. Most of them are years old, which is fine (maybe even preferable?).

Somehow though in the last couple of months I think I'm getting not one but TWO new ones! Real life ones, even. And they're moms! It is strange but fucking awesome.

I'm excited.

OH MY GOSH BEST NIGHT EVER

Had a mediocre day, too much cleaning, lots of allergy attack, PATH was alright. Made a kickass dinner. Kids to bed.

Then my husband starts in with the candle lit bubble bath for two in the garden tub. A delicious hour later and the poundcake I put in the oven is done (timer actually went off as I was toweling dry after my explanation of where my hypothetical mermaid fins would end), sliced for us both all warm and crusty on the outside, topped with berries and cool whip, and he's writing his boss an email saying he'll be late tomorrow.

Because we have an episode of Lost fully downloaded, and we're watching that instead of him going to bed.

tee hee hee!