Put on some four inch heels.
Add some wishful thinking
And then dash your own hopes by proving that the file cabinet is apparently not Jennifer proof.
Drive home in rush hour with smashed and swelling finger extended.
Because of course it would be that finger*.
Have a delicious dinner that pales in comparison to even more delightful company. Nothing better than embracing a good friend for the first time. Except maybe the gazillionth time because one can never overflow that particular cup. Share all the laughs and stories that make a tribal gathering great.
Finish the evening with a bourbon on the patio considering a jacket in July, completely forgetting to pull the evening’s pictures off of your camera. (See that link? Brigid has pictures up. Go see hers. No, I’m not really that tall. Remember the shoes?)
Open the windows to enjoy the unseasonably cool weather.
Yeah, it was a good day. I’m calling it a win.
*Didn’t break it. Just bruised it. Most of the swelling was gone by morning.