Yesterday my friend Eileen and I went out for a study lunch together, quizzing each other. When we went to pay the woman at the cash asked her what she'd had to drink--Eileen was gesticulating madly saying "uhh....tall...it was pink colored....um.....sweet?"
The woman just looked at her blandly, "cranberry juice??"
This is what happens. You can describe everything about the production and flow of cerebral spinal fluid but you can't name what drink you had with lunch.
One week tomorrow and this girl is gettin' on a plane!!!
And there will be wine, and Manfriend, and a spa, and sleeping in, and farmers markets, and exercising, and mountains, and family, and goodness.*
*Not in order of importance or indulgence.