My friend Ali spent the last year and half in the process of finding and buying her very first house. And now that she’s moved in and has started the process of remodeling a portion of the house – there is clearly no rest for this girl – I am so happy for her! Congratulations Ali!
I could see how stressed she was throughout the entire ordeal and I hope now she can get back to what she is supposed be doing i.e. hanging out with me—whether it’s talking dogs, having a glass of vino, or eating our favorite lunch together (i.e. a Trader Joe’s log o’ goat cheese, eaten by itself and in entirety, with a spoon. You should try it.)
When I hang out with Ali, I tend to behave less like an adult and more like a kid. And it’s not just any kid I tend to act like. It’s…a fat kid. And sometimes even a mean, fat kid. Can you believe that?! Me neither! So I will try to explain so we can all better understand.
One thing Ali and I have in common is our love for food. We have very similar tastes when it