Ashley has been my very best friend since high school. We bonded on a 12 hour bus ride to Toronto as we discussed boy troubles, the many insufferable people you meet in high school, and musicals. I knew we were meant to be friends for the long haul when, during that fateful trip to Canada, we got hit on by 12 year old boys. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life when those 12 year old Canadians sat their trays down next to us at the food court, but it became one of the most mortifying when I tried to act smooth and walk off (hello! I'm like, 17, way too old for an adolescent), and instead of stalking off as the suave, older woman, I stumbled and spilled my coke across the table. Luckily, Ashley was there to help me quickly clean it up and make a graceful exit.
|Always stylish and classy!|
Friends like Ashley are quite rare, and I don't know how I would have survived the past ten years without her. We've both been through quite a few ups and downs since high school--going off on our own to college, undergoing surgery for Crohn's (me), packing up and moving to a new city(her), and lots and lots of boy drama. Ashley has been by me through it all, always ready to fix things with a trip to Bella's for cheeseticks, a visit to the toy aisle at Target, a mix CD, or just a quick phone call so we can Facebook stalk the crap out of the people we don't like.
|Who needs boys when you can have an HSM backpack?|
|Our astrological counselor Sage (Josh)|
|Making an oreo truffle tutorial that's good enough for Food Network.|
|Hangin out with Ingrid, NBD|
|On a UVA visit, Ashley made up a special bed for me called The W.A.C.--wonderfully awesome cubby.|