Good Friends

Good friends are priceless, which is why it's weird that I really only like to have a couple of really close friends at a time. For some reason, I really struggle with large groups of friends. I like to have lots of general friends, you know, the people you can make polite conversation with whenever you see them, but I really just like a couple of really close friends. 

I feel well established in the close friendships that I do have. They know who they are. I just wanted to give a big thank you to all of you for all that you do for me. I always worry that I never contribute enough to my friendships...but...maybe I do. Because you are still my friends.

Buffy and Barlow

Random story, so I hope it translates well. Oh, and if you don't get the title of this post, watch TV and read a Stephen King novel.  (Salem's Lot in case you are really interested.)

A couple of nights ago, I was in our room, and James was somewhere else in the house. I decided to go work on an upcoming cake, and that required a dowel, which I knew was in my closet. So, I went to grab the dowel and discovered this broken one, with the sharp end. 

I grabbed the dowel and headed for the door. I opened it and was face to face with James who was just about to come in to hang something up using the two thumb tacks also in the above picture. However, he wasn't just holding the tacks in his hand; they were in either side of his mouth, looking like sharp vampire teeth.

We stood staring at each other in silence for a good 3-5 seconds before we both busted up laughing.