in good hands

Despite my penchant for kvetching, I want you to know that I do get out to celebrate with friends more than just once in a while. Here I am a last month with my homies Luke and Sarah, belly up to the bar, drinking a fabulous margarita at our local cantina while my husband was in Europe for three weeks taking photos, giving talks and putting up a solo show. During Michael's stint away, my buddies kept me (relatively) sane, entertained, and well stocked with flowers, firewater and food galore.

No matter how you slice it, I always seem to land in the good hands of neighbors and friends.

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