two girls and an omelet

What I love about my friends, is that we are not afraid to see each other bummed out every now and then. As in, zero makeup, hair unfixed, baggy knit pants and T-shirts.

Last Thursday was one of those days. As I was in the process of quickly slathering on eyeliner and doing a crappy mascara job, I suddenly stopped and thought, Why am I doing this? I am just going over to Beth's house. She won't care.

To my relief, she wasn't all fancy for me either. No makeup and just some hang out clothes. By the way - Beth totally rocks knit pants.

We also don't feel obligated to be all perfect and gourmet when it comes to food. For lunch? We munched on English muffins with warm, melted butter, bright yellow omelets sprinkled with cheese, homemade oreos, and hot chocolate. Good with me.

I like my friends. Each of us don't have an expectation the other feels like they should live up to. True, we do like to spruce up the majority of the time - but when we are unable to, we don't have a freak out session and such. Isn't that part of what a true friend is? They love you and accept you for who you are.

And my friends really must love me. Because I sure do not look ideal in the morning. Ahem.

Beth is one of those friends. She didn't care that I wasn't all fixed up. In between chit-chatting and laughing {a whole lot} we sipped our hot cocoa and simply enjoyed life.

Simplicity. I like it.