I will be thanking (with kendraspondence in kind) those of you who reached out after my last post.  You made me feel not so alone, and hopefully others out there in the ether who are navigating a road toward mental wellness (let me give you a hint:  that final destination might surface and resurface over time) might also feel your words reminding them of their not being so irrevocably alone... *** Nice little weekend here.  Spent a lot of couch time, took a bath, took a walk, did a bit of grumbling on the lap of the man I love, watched Hollywood dazzle, graded a few papers, felt miraculously rested when Monday morning came.

The highlight of the weekend, though, was visiting my mates who live at the self-proclaimed Little Stone House.  I invited myself to their place, because that's how I roll, and what did they decide to do but make a cake and pretend like *I* gave them an excuse to celebrate their daughter Fabiola's birthday.  (You may remember that Fabi is actually made of cookie dough, and you are probably wondering why we didn't just slice and bake her for the birthday?  But I guess, heh, for traditions sake, the cake seemed more appropos).

If you don't have Stef and Jason for friends, I'm afraid it is too late since any of their mutual friends reading this will agree that their dancecard is already filled by us.  They are just beautiful inside and out, and by that I mean they have beautiful souls AND beautiful furniture.  They are wonderfully creative and their daughters have such bright spirits.  This family is downright infectious and I don't know what friend lottery I won, but I am taking the whole lump sum winnings and keeping them all to myself :)

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Big Sis Mirabelle wonders, Can we get some candles around here?

Mama Stef with her gals

Fabi to Papa Jason:  I totally know you grew this beard for my birthday so I could cakemoosh it.  Thanks, Pops.

The man who gives mini-manis is the one you keep.

Three cheers for dear friends....