Kendra came to visit a week ago, returning to Chicago for the first time since her graduating and moving home to Cleveland. (the above pic is pre-graduation, I just love it soo. Me over-dramatic and pale, Kendra pretty and direct...that's pretty much us in a nutshell) Kendra looks great, she seems happy, and we had a hell of a fun time shopping, going to a strangely non-affecting play, and drinking absinthe/beer/that alcohol the server put on the table because it's there on the table and that's what you do with drinks unless you want an over-loaded table and a dangerously non-existant buzz.
The puppy and kitty remembered their favorite aunt and clung to her like lint; Dante even confiscated her suitcase for use as a throne and Cormac drew himself up as tall as could be (to impress her). Needless to say she's the cool aunt, lets them smoke in her car, and rolls her eyes to them every time I discuss chores. BAH!
She seems so much happier than before, although she misses chicago. She has a great job, looks hot as hell, and hasn't aged a day. If she's reading this, she also totally should buy me a trench knife and smuggle it over state lines into trench-free illinois. Shhh. Do it, Kendra. but Shhhh.
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