Just like Jimmy Fallon, I keep landing back in Grease when I think about her.
We got ready. We waited. She came. It’s over. But not really because we have no subway and no school. I have been tweeting and instaing like mad, because I am one of the lucky ones with power, so you probably already know it all. In case you don’t, here it is via instagram:
I am most devastated about this:
Joy sums up what I am feeling perfectly. (I am the friend she refers to.)
I am most happy about the neighbor playdate we should have already had:
Thanks to all the texts, tweets, emails, calls, FB messages, prayers. We felt it and we are fine. My brother texted me this pic of what he called a graveyard. Actually, it was where 111 homes used to stand. Can you imagine?