#100HappyDays: Berries and bosom friends

I heard a strange sound as I backed out of the driveway. Not a thump. Not scraping. Just a subtle change in how the usually quiet rubber meets concrete. For a moment, I chalked it up to having the window down and the radio off for once–maybe that’s just what tires sound like–but instinct had me inspect before driving off.

And lucky, too, because plain as day I saw the head of what would turn out to be a three-inch rod (not screw, not nail, a rod for crying out loud) deeply embedded into my deflating tire. And I thought for sure my afternoon by the pool would be ruined.

Thankfully, Mr. T had flown out of town instead of driving so I had access to another car which gave me the opportunity to spend the better part of a day hanging out with a bosom friend. For those who haven’t read the venerable Anne of Green Gables, a “bosom friend” is, according to the carrot head herself: “An intimate friend, you know–a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.”

And so Saturday’s happiness came poolside with my bestie, watching her two half-fish boys cannonball and talking souls and summer plans over chocolate-covered strawberries. So happy.

xoxo,
shawna