There’s nothing quite like the kind of friends you can pick up with right where you left off. We only get to see Kirk & Karla about once a year, but it’s always a good time, and it seems like each year they try to outdo the last year with the food they cook. So, you know, they’re clearly the right friends to have 😉
We go back, back. Back to 1999. Well, some of us do, we didn’t all meet at the same time. At one point, though, we were all living in the same house for 3 months. I also lived with Karla for about 14 additional months, and David and Kirk lived together for an additional 9 months or so – we were doing mission work.
The boys discovered that they both love spreadsheets, and were nerding out with some show-and-tell. Data. So manly.
On Sunday we visited their church and I had a rather strange experience when a random dude yelled out “hi!” as I was walking by. He added “You look like my mom! Kinda.” I wouldn’t have thought that much about it except that 1. he looked older than me. and 2. he was black…
