Greta

If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you know about Greta.  I mean, she has her own tag and everything. Greta is the most delightful little pixie of a friend – she loves bubbles and snowflakes and fairy tales and red lipstick and goat cheese and sand dollars and road trips and…

Guess who’s here? GRETA! Last night, we were walking around Wash Park, and looked to our right to see… a roof-top band! They noticed us taking their picture, and yelled for us to come up. Yes.  They yelled for us to let ourselves in through the front door, go down the hall to the staircase,…

Yesterday morning, I woke up wishing to think of a word that contained all 5 vowels.  “To me,” I thought, “that would feel like winning the lottery.” I never claimed to be cool, people. A few hours later, when Greta was driving me to the airport, we were behind a Toyota Sequoia. SEQUOIA.  Boom: jackpot….

You can guess who said what. – – – – – – – – I will never, ever understand why God thought insects were a good idea.  I mean, they rhyme with “in sex.”  Which makes no sense. It turns out beat boxing is kind of super cool and attractive. Isn’t it strange that “obvious”…

Behold, the return of the deadbeat blogger! I mean, seriously.  It’s embarrassing.  I have been like an unfit mother – one who leaves her kids in the car while she hits up the Safeway for PBR and tampons.  I have abandoned this blog in the parking lot for far too many days – and in…

“How are you doing, Annie?” A simple question – it could be passed off as small talk if it hadn’t been so intentional, so perceptive. And immediately, a few of the tears that had been hanging in the corners of my eyes for weeks just… let go. She knew – she had sensed it. And…

On Friday afternoon, I returned home from work to find an enormous box on my front step. I ripped into it, and found a birthday present sent from none other than my favorite Greta in the whole world. It started with a birthday card that played “Mmm Bop” when I opened it (she knows me…

What I mean is “Welcome home,” but I’m pretty sure that means “Welcome house.” Dang it. It’s been a long haul, but the day is finally here. After 5 weeks of gallivanting through Europe (France, Switzerland, Italy, Ireland), GRETA IS COMING HOME TODAY! I say “home” like she and I live in the same place,…

Every now and then, a friend comes along that makes you think, “How did I ever make it this far in life without this person?” For me, that person presented herself a few years back in a 5’2” curlicued package. I do not know what I would do without Greta. She is as good a…

Greta gave me the world’s greatest gift. Of all time. Of the universe of life. She designed it – one for me, one for her. Sorry, ladies – this is not available in stores. How did I ever manage to wrangle such amazingly rad friends?