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The Leaver and QuQueen have been remodeling for the last couple of months and, now that their remodel is complete, they decided to have a housewarming of sorts.

In addition to showing off their new wares, they chose to have a boutique of sorts and sell some of their recently acquired wears. While the guests were snacking on cashew clusters and trying on clothing, The Leaver was hanging out in the porta-shed and I was texting Sleepless. The Leaver isn’t a fan of crowds, so the porta-shed was a good getaway for her – much like Pooh’s thinking spot. Sleepless had originally planned on arriving with me, but got waylaid. A few minutes after sending me a text letting me know she was on her way, she sent another text, “Get the camera ready:)” This was some of the best advice she has ever provided me this past week.

True to her word, the camera was needed upon her arrival. What for most would have been a walk of shame, Sleepless made a walk of fame. She was proudly donning a pair of two inches too big Converse No Lace  All-Star Slip-Ons, over-sized cargo shorts and a t-shirt that read “Big Happens.” The only thing missing from this ensemble was Oreggano and the Infront.

“Wow,” The Leaver expressed in complete awe. “I don’t even know what to say. I can’t even look at you.” “Why not?” asked Sleepless. “You are dressed like me. I’m going to have to change my look,” said The Leaver and then went straight to redemption mode. “Not because you look bad, but because it’s just not stylish. No more t-shirts and shorts for me.” The Leaver really struggled with looking at Sleepless in this attire and, when she would accidentally catch sight, she would tell people, “Wow, wow. She really doesn’t normally dress this way. Usually she wears things that show cleavage. She does not usually dress like me. I’ve got to go check on something.”

This last comment was code for ‘going to smoke in the porta-shed.’ While at the porta-shed she seemed to, like Sleepless, have gotten waylaid, because when she finally returned most of the guests had departed.

Sleepless and I were sitting in the front room chatting with QuQueen about the success of their sales and The Leaver,  finally able to look in the mirror, aka, look at Sleepless, joined us. “It feels so good to have our house done. I can’t wait to start cooking in the kitchen again.” “I didn’t know you liked to cook,” I commented. “Oh, yeah, I love it,” she responded. “What do you cook?” asked Sleepless. “Well, Greek spaghetti is the only thing I know how to cook, but I also like to make tea.”

I have a feeling we’ll be sipping tea and eating Greek spaghetti and Sleepless’ Lucky Charms in no time.