This is what the freeway looked like after I passed the street sweeper cleaning the middle of the freeway. It might have been his first day on the job, or maybe he just didn't feel like getting his truck dirty. I'm pretty sure most of the dirt and trash collects on the sides of the road, but that's just my opinion. I wonder if it swept up the ladder I saw a mile ahead.
This is Frannie. She's my sister's best friend. I like her too. And not because my sister says I have to. I like her all on my own.
This is my sister, Linnie. I like her too. Because she says I have to. Not really. I like her well enough on my own. All of the time. Forever.
Here's the two of them together. We met for lunch because, a couple years ago Frannie moved back to her hometown, 5 states away. We miss her very much. The three of us used to go on a Girl's Trip every November. We still go, but it's not the same without her. I have no one to bug. My sister is used to me and knows all my jokes and all my stories. Plus she really hates it if I poke her while she's driving. Frannie didn't mind. She liked it. At least I told her she did. I'm pretty convincing that way.
This is what happened to Frannie when she moved back home.
She lost her California tan.
Oh, and she added some sparkle to her ring finger. She got married! I couldn't be happier for her. Her hubby had to go through a lot of Cracker Jack boxes to find this prize. It didn't really come from a Cracker Jack box. It came from the most beautiful ring in the world place. I'm going there for my next vacation. I told her that in some countries if you admire something someone has they are supposed to give it to you. She told me not to admire it.
This is what the freeway looked like on my drive home. Where's a street sweeper when you need one?