the internet fucks everything up.

for YEARS i thought lobsters mated for life.

because, i mean… C’MON!!!

phoebe said so.

my friend and i go to red lobster (when we are in the same town at the same time which is like NEVER) just for the cheesy biscuits. that’s it.

we order no entrees, sometimes a side salad. we drink wine or cocktails depending on how much time we have to catch up with one another. and we eat the baked goods that red lobster provides.

yeah, that last sentence makes NO SENSE WHAT-SO-EVER.

because what seafood place is known for baked goods?

red lobster.

because their seafood sucks.

(clearly this is not a sponsored post.)

cool thing happened though… the last time my friend and i were at red lobster, drinking cheap wine, eating cheesy biscuits by the basket and nibbling on side salads, we decided that we needed to commit to one another.

she had ideas.

i had ideas.

some of them mesh with one another.

others are meant to be left alone.

all were respected.

a mutual understanding took place.

we are… both mothers. both partners. both trying to live life… and live life as an artist.

as a creative.

so we committed ourselves to one another. to work together.

closely.

to partner with one another on projects. to be active in each other’s life.

and it’s good.

there is a good and true sense in the work that she and i do together.

we have great things coming our way… your way.

i trust her.

i mean, who else would meet with you at a seafood restaurant for baked goods?