“Deb, You want to do a home to home?”
My feet start twitching and I am out of my chair -- I’m so excited.
I am suddenly 12 years old again, and a little giddy with the idea. That beastly Covid has ruined our annual sleepovers for too long.
Like a rebellious pre-teen, we feel courageous and agree to a date.
I had been at her place last time, so we were going to start this round at my place. It was my turn now.
I wanted to get her something special to commemorate the sleepover re-launch. My British friend had told me about these amazing PJ’s and so I went on-line to check them out. They were fabulous looking and frankly looked a little British....