My Love for Laura Lee

I love that you waited several years to tell the McDonald's story, when I could actually laugh about it. I love the so many memories: beach house, chocolate fondue off your kitchen counter, the ficus tree, baby showers, foleys and chinatown. You are the card making goddess of all times. And a friend of epic proportions. Thank you for calling me from the closet. Love our late night lentil chats. And purse shopping in NYC. Thanks for the texting quips, I should be saving them to paint on signs. I love that you brought your Jr. League hostess skills on BART. I left your love note at Martunis, of course.