Yesterday I met a dear friend for lunch. I wore a $15 dress from Old Navy and ate sushi and came out of the whole experience feeling NORMAL. Like my normal, old self. I can’t remember the last time I lunched with a girlfriend. It did my heart good.

I think I would shrivel up and die without my friends. They remind me who I am, at the core. With them, I am myself. They don’t scream at me “I HATE ONIONS! Make me a sandwich!” They don’t ask me where their gray pants are. Not that I mind taking care of my family — I love it. But sometimes, I just need a break from service.