Charla and Tara (name that reference!)'s friendship hails back to the days of yore, to nursery rhymes and toys, scrunched hair and entire cakes. Now living in two different cities, sharing our urban and semi-urban adventures. Basically, conversations about low-calorie snacks and boys, with random other things sprinkled in.
Imagining her lithe figure as a permanent vaccine against all manner of domestic maladies, Sara barely reacts at all when Brad announces in couples therapy, after the baby is born, that he is considering leaving her. She smiles, assuming that he couldn't possibly mean it. Such misfortunes surely just befall the stout.
posted by tarabeet @ 8:11 AM
Charla and Tara (name that reference!)'s friendship hails back to the days of yore, to nursery rhymes and toys, scrunched hair and entire cakes. Now living in two different cities, sharing our urban and semi-urban adventures. Basically, conversations about low-calorie snacks and boys, with random other things sprinkled in.
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