I should be on a beach right now.

Alas, the cookie dealers are out in full force. Yes, I would like to buy some Girl Scout cookies! No, I do not have self-control!

Here I am, judging the Olympics, just me, with zero experience in anything related to ice.

For whatever reason, I did not consider how curlers move about on the ice. Maybe I thought they wore special grippy shoes, like track stars. Or cleats, like soccer players. Wrong. No, no, they slide/skate/propel themselves across the ice. You know, like ice skaters. Did I mention I suck at ice skating? This could be a small problem for my curling career.

My best friend and I go way back. 21 years or so. We don’t see each other too often despite living less than 20 mins away. Every time we say we’ll do better, months have gone by. Nonetheless, she fills my cup. From the smiles and laughter to the inside jokes, we can make up time as if none has passed.

On the drive to see her, flipping radio stations, a woman was recounting her Galentine’s date with her own set of girlfriends. She said it was nothing fancy – they ate lava cake at Chili’s, had a few drinks, and were home and in bed by 10pm. As the other radio hosts laughed, the woman said nothing beats a night with your closest friends…and lava cake.

Britt and I’s meet up didn’t include lava cake or drinks, but we both agree an early bedtime is living life to the fullest! A random statistic I just made up: men and women who cultivate close friendships outside of their partnership live longer, are happier overall, and experience better heart health. They probably have lower body weight percentages, too, due to laughing.

Now, to get her involved in curling. Possibilities.

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I ask you –

Have you tried the new Girl Scout cookie flavor yet?

Thoughts on Galentine’s?!

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