sarahhatter

I’ve known Willo for an astounding three years, which is an eternity in San Francisco time. She is also one of the select ten people who were invited to my birthday party last year.

This means she is special because we had cake.

This man is my only hope.

Willo invited me to a party where I was certain I’d know nary a soul, and when I rang the bell Ali exclaimed, “You’re Sarah Hatter!” Then I spent an hour talking on my phone in her bedroom.

So we’re totally close.

He loves bathtubs. All things bathtubs. His other blog is meetmeinthebathtub.blogspot.com.

Wait, we DID meet, didn’t we? Maybe? Conceivably?

I think it was at Webzine! We keep missing each other, we need to make it a point to go for coffee next time you’re around!

I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER! When are we having coffee??

Everytime Cal is grumpy an angel gets its wings.

She drank me under the table. This, dear friends, is a feat. George has my respect and glowing admiration.