I have a fabulous friend named Sara. And it just so happens that Sara and I have many, many things in common.
For instance, we share a name. Obviously.
Also, she is Irish. So Irish, in fact, that her dad is from Ireland. It doesn't get more Irish than that.
Sara also loves OU football. I mean REALLY loves it. Like she was Sooner born and Sooner bred. Maybe we are related. I can always use another cousin.
Sara and I also go to the same church, which makes it fun because we often get confused for each other.
Sara has freckles, green eyes, and the same inability to tan like I do.
And if that weren't enough, her dad is my boss. Yep, the same one whom I requested that you write letters to. Hey, how is that going by the way?
There are many more things to list, including our love for Target, Gap, cookies, funky jewelry and fabulous shoes. But we now share a new item in common: our love for Yogurtland.
Oh people. Yogurtland is one of my new favorite places. It's a virtual smorgasbord of frozen delights all waiting to be plucked and poured and scooped and served by your very own hands. You are the master of your own yogurt destiny.
The lines are often long. But don't let that scare you.