It's been awhile. But I promise I thought about you all summer. How I should call you more. How we should catch up over a couple of Dairy Queen ice cream cones. Ride our bikes down to the park and lay under the big pine and talk about which is grosser; having someone stick a finger in your bellybutton or your eye (I will vote bellybutton and you will vote eye, every time). Compare leg tans (you always win).
Summertime blogging is kind of like that summer between 9th and 10th grade. The one where you crushed on some boy hard, and guiltily ditched your best friend all summer to hang around him. But as school approached you start hoping she'll forgive you. The guy turned out to be needy and have sort of bad breath. But her? She's perfect, as best friends always are in that intense, you-were-made-for-me, symbiotic girl-love sort of way.
You call to offer your best tank top for her first day of school outfit. A guilty trick to woo her back, and it works. You compare school schedules and arrange to ride together on the first day. She's forgiven you, and you love her all the more for it.
I'm gonna GOOP you Gwyneth-style with some Spain deets shortly. But first I had to make sure...you'll still sit with me at lunch, right? I'll let you wear my Esprit tank top if you do.