This last week/weekend was chocked full of events: meeting my weight goal, a visit with my bro from California, a marathon lunch with Marilyn and Bob, my hubby's birthday, Father's Day, Parade of Homes (we saw what 3 million dollars can get you in Oklahoma--A HECK OF A LOT, people!) and last, but certainly not least, was a far too short visit with some friends who I haven't seen in more years than I care to admit.
Too bad no one thought to whip out a camera and take our pictures! *raises hand*
Guilty as charged. It's not like we don't own three phones, a couple of small cameras and a large honking one, too!
Retta, Karen, Harold and I (along with our spouses, except Karen's since Jim had to go do a review about OK Mozart) relived the old, the years in-between and talked about the new. It was almost as if we hadn't been parted from each other in years.
My biggest giggle was when Retta and Karen met Maggie, the fuzzy pup.
Oh, it wasn't because they were meeting an Old English Sheepdog, it's because they were astounded that we called her Maggie.
I'll let y'all in on a secret, my peeps, my name was/is MAGGIE to my high school friends. :-)
No, I don't mind the dog being named after me, heck, it makes me feel very Indiana Jones-ish because Indy was named after the dog! But I'm twisted in that way.
No matter what name you call me, Margaret, Maggie, Mags, Meggie or whatever, I'm here for you if you need me.
Because that's what friends do.