i am the worst friend in the world. really.

last night i was fighting with the kids, not feeling well, suffering the effects of no sunshine for what is it now, years? and generally feeling like i had been tromped on by riverdance. so i decided to put a movie on for the boys (nothing like e-babysitting) and put my head down.

when did i do this? i don't know. somewhere around 6 or so.

and why would that be important? because i was supposed to pick a friend up at the train station at 6:30! i brought my cell phone in and everything, but i never heard it.

so let's try and imagine the level of guilt i feel this morning when i see my cell phone sitting there with 3 new voicemail messages. omg! i am officially the worst friend ever.

the last message was to let me know that she was home safe. and it wasn't mean or sarcastic or any of those things i would have been if i were her (see? i am a terrible friend)

you've done bad things too? haven't you?

ugh.