Just in case you were wondering ...

1. I did not go running last night. At all. I've pretty much stayed in a seated position throughout the entire past week.

2. My sister chose the flower calendar.

3. The calendars are still for sale. You can still buy one.

4. I’m reading Mindy Kaling’s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). Though I love Tina Fey with more than half of my heart, in my mind (and believe me, I think about these things) Mindy is much more accessible than Tina. Reading IEHOWM? (AOC), makes me believe that this woman would love to have a happy hour cocktail with me. We could read US Weekly and laugh too loud. People would look at us and roll their eyes, and we would not care.

5. The Kroger by my house has consistently marked down its Burt's Bees supply by more than 50% for the past two months. I own more lotion and shampoo than I should.

6. Looking through this blog made me a bit nostalgic, and I remembered how sad I was when I learned that John Stamos and Rebecca Romign broke up. For some reason, that one really blew me away.

7. Yes, my friend Natalie is moving to Atlanta in two weeks. No, I’m not moving with her. Fair question though, since we’ve pretty much lived across the hall from one another for the last seven years. One night recently, we were both enjoying a typcial weeknight at home: bowls of edamame, music pumping, her painting, me stretching, conversation rolling. I suddenly got so sad that I burst into tears. We were cracking ourselves up in a language that is shared by every group of close friends, but is unique to each. Ours includes half-finished syllables followed by shouts of agreement, telepathic looks that convey that the situation needs a follow-up analysis, conflicts started and resolved in about 10 seconds, and cue words from ancient inside jokes that send us both into near hysterics (and everyone else wants to throw up they're so annoyed).

I think the most flattering part about my friend’s impending move is how sad everyone else is that we’ll no longer live together. We have a billion mutual friends from multiple walks of life, and all of these people have seen our friendship and have heard our language [sometimes for better, sometimes for worse]. They get it.

I have nothing but good things to say about the city of Atlanta, the field of freelance illustration, and making a fresh start. But I’d be lying if I said it didn't make me sad to think that this language isn’t going to be a daily part of my life anymore.

Just in case you were wondering.