Well, not really since they weren't MY friends. They were the hubby's friends. And good friends they are, too. Can't say I have any. Can't blame them. I've never been one to keep up with anyone consistently or made any effort to. I'm happily content with being a loner. "Anti-Social" as my mom used to joke.

It's not that I don't like people. It's more like its hard work for me. Not the keeping in touch etc. It's the day to day stuff. It's the what do I talk about now. It's the talking. Period. I tend to talk a lot. In my mind. Trouble is, my mouth has other plans. I have to work on not lisping. What I want to say never really comes out of my mouth well IRL. I end up stuttering or saying gobbledygook.

Really.

I also digress. Much like I am right now. Long story short. I had a good time. With my non friends. Who knows what would happen if I actually made some of my own one day. I might have so much fun that I'd cry.