Every so often, I get a little down in the dumps about my life, and that’s right about the time something happens to remind me that I might not have a blog that’s read by everyone and their mama or a fabulous house (although I have a nice house) or my dream job (YET), but I do have some friends to whom I’d gladly give a kidney. (What? I have a spare.) I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — I must have done some very good living in a previous life to get the karma that’s allowed me to have some of the most wonderful people I know as friends.

Here’s why…

(The St. John medal is hanging next to my pentacle, as I type. He doesn’t seem to mind very much.)

So thanks, D. That was just the best. Seriously. (And boy, I bet I look funny bawling my fool head off while grinning from ear to ear.)