Well, just one friend: Ann. She’s had her ups and downs, and I’m banned from gymming, so she came over after work yesterday with a delicious Papa John’s pizza while Mr. W was pumping iron at the gym without me. She introduced me to amazing dipping sauces, which made me eat all my pizza crust. I’m drooling right now thinking of it. Anyway, we talked, laughed, and traded stories. I finally found out what she FIRST thought of me, given the odd way we met. She was afraid I’d be offended, but I didn’t find her opinion offensive, especially when “intelligent” and “compelling” were two of the words she used to describe me back in ’06. I’d practically excuse anything after that, haha. (There’s a joke in here somewhere about how she TRIED to stay away, and couldn’t, and found herself sucked into Cindy’s World. Can you blame her, with posts back then like this? We stumbled upon this post and I laughed out loud.) Also, we found out just how small the world is, not that we didn’t already know given how she and I met. It’s interesting to hear her side of a couple in which I know the different side, as we’d just discovered yesterday that one of her friends is married to someone I’ve known since high school. Interesting the images each side of a couple gives their friends, and how the picture looks put together. Life’s pretty cool sometimes. So are friendships, in which you can be goofy, introspective, philosophical, and open over pizza and garlic butter dipping sauces.