Fare thee well

Last night, we had a girl's night to celebrate one of my best friends, Emily.

She decided it was more important to hang with her kids wear yoga pants than it was to work a 9-6 schedule with me every day.  I'm so mad about it that it isn't even funny.  At the same time, she knows that she is submitting fully to all of my inane wedding projects now, so I suppose it's alright.

You know what sucks about working at a bustling apartment complex?  You know almost all of the servers in town.  It means that even on girl's night, you have to behave.

Emily, I know you're reading this right now.  So hear the things I couldn't tell you to your face:  I love you so much.  You are a fantastic friend, and the office will not be the same.  I will be knocking on your door all of the time, so you'd best be answering.  I'm going to sing the good morning song every day, and be absolutely devastated when nobody sings it back.  I'm going to miss your "take no prisoners" attitude, and your hilarious one liners.  Oh hell, I'm going to call/text/stalk you every day, and it still won't be enough.  I'm just glad you're in my wedding, since it means you can't avoid me.

After all, there are 2 very important dresses we need to snap a photo in :-).