After spending the afternoon catching up on each other's lives, mostly talking in short hand, which I'm assuming most best friends do, right? (enter awkward silence) Jo and myself went back to her house and attempted to maneuver her desk down a sketchy flight of stairs. We were successful with no injuries or deaths to report. I always forget how much I miss Jo until we're together again. Its then that I realize that a person really is lucky to have a friend who knows them inside and out, a single human being that never needs explanations or excuses. I figure Jo at least needs an award for living with me for two years, let alone understanding the nooks and crannies of my somewhat neurotic personality.
Finally, after hours of reminiscing and almost being killed by large pieces of furniture, I left Jo's house to babysit my niece and nephew. The evening was spent watching various Thomas the Tank Engine movies and eating pizza. No more explanation needed.
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