I am fortunate to have such wonderful group of girlfriends. Seriously. And please don't try to say to yourself, so do I, because compared to mine, you don't. I can't believe how many funny, interesting (and hot!) ladies I know. Some I have known since I was eleven, many have made me laugh until my stomach hurt, most are named Amy, and all celebrated Henry's birth.
As I walk the lonely streets of this friendless mountain town, especially on Wednesdays (because Wednesday after all, is my favorite street walking day), my thoughts always go to the group I recently left behind in Austin.
Amy Torres- Hilarious on the outside, tender on the inside.
Amy Grafe- Thanks for keeping Henry off the streets and away from drugs.
Amy Becker- I can't comment until I know for sure if camel toe is one or two words.
Amy Smith- Thanks for writing the song, "Baby Borracho" for my unborn child
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Amy my favorite Brodie Ln. HEB checker- Always called Henry Little Dude. Never judged my alcohol purchases.
Amy Dreiss- My boo. Everytime I watch the movie, Beaches, I will think of you. Unless that is the one where one of them dies. If so, change that to, Talladega Nights, since the sangria was soooooo good at the AH that night.
Amys and non Amys alike- I feel so totally lucky and thankful to know all of you ladies. I look forward to keeping up with all of the babies, the dating stories, the Ladies Weekends in the Woods (beach, slopes, wherever). I will never forget your "missionary" education, your best mattress spreadsheets, your mommy stories and advice, your New Orleans bachelorette parties, your Mexican weddings, and all of the chocolate cake.
xoxo