helping hands.

The fact is, I can be just a wee bit absent-minded at times. It surprises me when things slip my mind, but I think it surprises other people more. This morning I was missing my walking partner... (Our lives haven't lined up for our morning walks this week.) I was also wondering how I was going to get the house decorated, the food prepared, and myself from 'pajama mama' to 'pretty for the party mama' - all in a matter of a few hours. (If this sounds like a piece of cake to you, perhaps you will bear with me; we all have our strengths, and we all have our weak areas, right?  : ) I called my partner, to see if she would like to come decorate with me. I will spare you the details of the conversation in which it became clear to me that she was then driving to meet me for our (scheduled, but forgotten!) walk..., and in which it became plain to her that I had completely blanked our plans. She came in and we did streamers and balloons, angel food cupcakes and whipped cream. It was so nice to have her helping hands- she always knows just what to do, and is quick and caring about reaching out to do it. The icing on the cake was her company; she is fun and friendly, easy to talk with, and interesting- partly because she is interested... We are planning to get back to walking first thing Monday morning. I'll be there.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 10:06 PM

    And of course so will I :P
    I am so glad that I was able to help out :)
    I always love chatting with you and there is never a dull moment. Just cause your the type to become absent minded at times its all good. I will still be your friend :) lol...It makes life more interesting and of course I can be that way as well.
    I enjoy our walks and miss them...back at it next week...
    Thanks again for the great company...:) hope you have a great weekend..

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