Ladies Who Lunch

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Ladies Who Lunch.

I love slipping out to lunch with a girlfriend. Jill Pullen is one of my favorite lunch
buddies. It’s a great way to keep in touch, and I love spending time with Jill. She is the most disciplined person I know, and I learned most of my food-nazi attitude from her.
This summer, when I was pretty much incapacitated from the stupid accident, Jill was a great trooper. She would come by, load me and the walker up in her car, and take me out. We even went shopping one day at Nordstrom.
Now, I’m happily back to full function, and Jill and I still get together for lunch. The other day we went to Burger Up and I grabbed the check. Being Jill, she protested. My response: sometimes a girlfriend just wants to treat a girlfriend to lunch.
It’s life’s little pleasures and comfortable relationships that make our time on this planet meaningful. Every day I see that more clearly. As my friend DeeDee says, “Life – live it while you’ve got it.”

4 thoughts on “Ladies Who Lunch

  1. Awesome you deserve that pampering your such a Giving Angel giving your love and compassion my Dear Mrs Margaret
    love
    Laurie Anne

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