It is that point in the party where everyone is leaning in a little too closely and speaking a little too loudly. We have stopped talking about middle school and started talking about boobs. “Mine are bigger.” She tells me. I don’t really need to answer. First of all MINE are bigger but second of all I don’t really need to have this conversation. Earlier in the evening the two of us were sitting together by the fire pit strategizing about our party plan. We both anticipating an early night. Read more […]

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