Despite the fact that everybody here in ABQ seems to think I'm 12*, I do have some grown up friends.
Yesterday, my friends Dylan and Jan finalized their adoption of their young son, Dane. He is a lucky little guy. Dyl and Jan waited a long time for him, and I know how much they love him. Adopting is a harrowing process at times, and they have had some dark days since they decided to adopt. I think the happiest day was when Dane was born last December, but I'll bet yesterday was the second-happiest day.
Dane is also lucky because his mom and dad love animals. Brogan, the family dog, is just about the nicest dog you'd ever want to meet. As happy as I am for the human family, I am even happier that Brogan has a boy of his own now.
Another friend, Paul, made an offer on a house in Baltimore very recently. He has been looking for a while, and he finally found a house he wants. I hope he gets it, because he says he's going to use it as an excuse to buy more and better power tools.
I like it when my friends have things I don't have, such as children and power tools. Not that I need or want to borrow a baby or a chain saw, it's just nice to know that the theoretical option is there.
* Nobody in their right minds would really think I'm 12. I mean, I have breasts. But in contrast to my colleagues, I look younger than I actually am. Go figure. I guess I've found the secret to looking younger: be seen in context with people who look older.
"I guess I've found the secret to looking younger: be seen in context with people who look older."
That is similar to my solution for a slight weight problem: always stand near the heaviest person in the room.
Posted by: Charlotte | October 23, 2004 at 07:57 AM
the offer was accepted but I don't think this house will require many powertools as it is in good shape to begin with.
Posted by: Paul | October 23, 2004 at 12:48 PM