This Thursday my best friend’s directly older sister is getting married. It is crazy. I’m so happy for her, but she’s only three years older than me so that is strange. On to the speech I’ve agreed to write for my best friend to read at the wedding.
“My worst memory of P. is when she told me that she wanted these sleeves to be perfectly smooth.
I put them in, they didn’t look right so I took them out.
I put them in again and they didn’t fit right so I took them out.
In and out.
I’ve put in these sleeves almost more than five times each.”
Sorry, but at the moment I don’t have pictures of these deceptively simple sleeves.