sjsprWriting

… We found some ridiculous excuse to let us stay together longer, and we hid one of Fabi’s shoes so that we would have to spend time “looking” for it. The nanny, being an unfun, responsible adult caught on eventually and ended the fun, insisting that they leave. That’s when Fabi and I went back to the spot of our pasta disaster, and we promised each other we’d get together the very next day, because we had to see each other, we just had to! Because that’s the nature of best friends, and it’s amazing to think that being forced under stairs and ruining someone else’s floors with pasta and sauce could be the foundation for such a longstanding friendship. So, thank you pasta and Christmas, for everything.