Today is Ash Wednesday which begins the forty days of Lent. On Saturday night, we had our last martini, our last taste of hard liquor, before abstaining for the duration. This, with the exception of one night next week when we will hoist a glass of Irish whiskey. With St. Patrick's Day on approach, I am drawn to thinking about my Irish husband and our Irish friends like Brendan, and Curtis McCoy. And, last but not least, Sandra.
Sandra is our most beloved of friends, Irish or otherwise. Mostly because of her heart, and because she is so much fun to be with. I have pictures of Sandra (and me!) in funny hats, and wearing mardi gras masks, and in huge oversized sunglasses (I'm talking huge here). There are few crazy plans I can come up with that she won't go along with -- and vice versa. Case on point: in Kona last October, on my birthday, she talked me into having our faces painted a la Cirque du Soleil. It would take a hundred posts for me to adequately describe all the friendship, humor, and fun that Sandra and John have brought into our lives. So, instead of that, I'm going to post a photo of the two of us. I think, in this case, a picture is worth a trizillion words. Or more. This one taken a few years back on a small boat charter (ok, it was a yacht) near the San Blas Islands in Panama.
Thank you for your help. Thank you for reading my blog, and be well mi frister y amiga especial xxxooo.
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