Go ahead. Leave. We'll be fine.

This was the message in my going away card from my small group ladies. I like that message - because I don't like emotion or saying mushy things. I just like looking forward to the future.

Even if it means leaving some of the most kindred spirits I have ever befriended. The suburban peasants are not only culinary experts - they are masters of fat pants, sleepovers, craazies, compassion, generosity, and goodness.

Thank you my little women. You have taken care of me for the past 2 years and shown me the importance of corn starch & girliefriends.

You will be more than fine you'll be fabulous.