My BFF turns the big 4-0 tomorrow. Since she’s across the country from me I decided to SPAM her snail mail box this past week. I’m sure she’ll get me back next month when I going the club but its all in good fun. Neither of us are freaking out about 40…it just doesn’t seem possible. I feel like I’m 20 something.
I sliced open the side of a water bottle and filled it with a packet of flowers seeds, a knit dishcloth, crochet scrubbie, a wine cork, confetti, a few fortunes and a note.
The note explained the contents…
In summary it said:
If I were there I’d give her flowers, instead she’ll have to plant her own.
If I were there I’d help her clean her house, instead she’ll have to have her family to do it for her.
If I were there I’d share a bottle of wine but sorry I drank it.
I also made a series of postcards with little snarky remarks all in jest of course.
I realize this post doesn’t really have anything to do with tea… other than the fact that Sandy and I often have a cup of tea and a chat over the phone.
