This is what happens when girls that have known each other
for far too long get together and drive around a small town.
Things like tampons hanging from rearview mirrors
suddenly induce belly laughs and graceless snorts.
(I'm quite certain I left my maturity somewhere between
that third glass of wine and fourth cup of coffee.)
This has been a week of friends on couches
and sweet hugs hello
and sloppy kisses goodbye.
Actually, there have been no sloppy kisses goodbye.
Only neat and tidy ones.
And speaking of goodbyes,
saying farewell to July was a bit sad and surprising for me.
It was sneaky, this beginning of the end of summer.
How? And when? And huh?
August, be good to me.
I need you to treat me well.
Oh, and I'm also refusing to take off my pajamas.
Days off require it.