Wing: My mum didn't believe that I wasn't coming here empty-handed.
Me: What do you mean?
Wing: She asked, 'Are you sure you are bringing them something??' I said, 'Yes! I have chocolates!' and she said, 'Take them this.'
Me: Butter? Your mom sent me butter?
Wing: Um. No. Open it!
YOUGUYS IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY. Her mom made almond cookies!! And while technically the container says, 'I can't believe it's not butter,' I wholly believe there is nothing in these cookies BUT butter. They are like heaven. Alan and I have eaten nearly all of them, which just goes to show you why I don't keep sweet things in the house. WING, YOU WICKED THING.
Here is another Wing Highlight for you, which will tell you everything you need to know about why we're friends: we spent our Saturday morning piled up in bed like puppies, clutching our coffees, watching Gilmore Girls together on the laptop. It turns out Wing is a crazy fan, too! (Of Gilmore Girls. AND coffee.) It turns out when she was writing her thesis at Oxford, GG was her afternoon break. Isn't that lovely? A and I didn't go to Oxford but I like to think our experience of GG is very similar.
And last but not least, on this dark, wet Sunday, while the smell of Alan's slow-cooker chilli scents the lamp-lit air and the dishwasher hums and a manuscript awaits, a trip down SF-Memory Lane courtesy of one of my favourite photo-takers:
Big hugs and lots of love,
*I just realised, looking at the date on that post, that this weekend was basically OUR THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, WING! I will totally have a present** for you next time I see you!
**It may or may not be an empty butter container.