Tuesday, December 08, 2009

the G family

long story short. (yeah right)

i became friends with a girl in high school who happened to be my brother's girlfriend at the time. and her mom was my sixth grade teacher. (small town) she and my brother didn't make it (rats, but i stayed friends with her and ADORED her mom.

we've since rekindled that friendship, which has been FABULOUS because i love being around her and her family.

but her sister? yeah, never knew her sister. until a month ago. and i am so bummed that it has taken me this long. um, because i love her. (a little intimidated by her because she has a cool factor. she'll die knowing i said that. and i'll die of embarrassing admitting it.)

so we played a month ago. her husband owns a restaurant in town that is fairly new. and very hot. let me tell you...i don't like bread pudding. but i ate almost the entire thing myself. and their artichoke dip? get it as a meal. i kind of wanted to lick the bowl last time i was there.

so we hung out downtown and had the best time together. her son is my son's age, so it was fun being around him. and her daughter is eight. which is perhaps my new favorite age. because sister was suggesting "poses" by the end.

and my favorite part of our time together? when she whispered to her mom, "i feel like we're shooting for a mini boden catalog."

hi. i'm janet. that goes down in the books as the coolest compliment i've ever received from a kid.











5 comments:

Casey said...

yeah--so these are BEAUTIFUL :)

Anonymous said...

where are u jane? i miss your pics. anyway, happy new year.


- lisa

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Wow, you have a lot of strange anonymous comments on this post :-) How are you, girl? I hope all is well with you!

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