Although the weather was miserable once again, the bright part of my day was meeting Kay and Carol for lunch. For those of you who don't remember, Carol and I went to college together and the three of us drove to Pennsylvania the summer of '74 where we worked as waitresses in a dinner theater and met a new friend, Patti, who we still see on rare occasions. When we came back to Houston, we were roommates for a time and have never lost touch since. The four of us went to Savannah several years ago. There's so much to love about getting together with old friends. And while I live on the west side of Houston, Kay lives in the southwest, and Carol is due south, we've decided to get together once a month when possible.  Oh happy day!

And speaking of "Oh, happy day," today is Mom and Dad's wedding anniversary (thank you, Kitty, for calling and reminding me of that). They were married on this day in 1937... 78 years ago. Thank God they found each other!