You know those friends who have that, history, with you. The ones you can talk to every day, or once a month, or only once a year, yet each time you pick up exactly where you left off and go a million miles a minute until you part. The ones you can go to for anything, anytime and not even have to explain because, they just know. The ones who have seen way too much and know way too much and love you anyway?
The lovely Running Yankee asked if I would make her a birthday cake this year, and although the lack of beam-me-up-scotty technology renders it slightly impossible to deliver anything in person – this one’s for her – Chocolate Cake Karma with Sprinkles on top. Happy Birthday my old friend. lylt.