In May, it will be 26 years since this girl and her family moved in next door to my family on 44th Avenue. I remember the day they moved in. My mom told me that the new neighbors had a little girl who looked to be my age.
My mom was mostly correct. Ericka (aka Ree and road-trip name of Remi) is 4 1/2 months older than I.
This means that today, my dear road-tripping, hell-raising, beer-guzzling, karaoke-"These-Boots-Are-Made-For-Walking" singing, constantly-laughing, fellow muppet-loving best friend is 30. And I am not there yet. I'd feel like I could give her a hard time about it but I'm not far behind.
Happy Birthday Remi! The best is yet to come.
Roxy
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- Roxy
- Stupidly self-centered for over 3 decades!
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