Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son

Yesterday i delivered my condolences for the death of her mother, two months late (and over the phone of all things !), to a friend who I hadn't spoken to in almost a year. Now before anyone gets any ideas, there is no juicy reason why we hadn't talked for so long other than I'm notorious for not keeping in touch. I always mean to keep in touch but "out of sight, out of mind" takes on frightening new dimensions with me.

Anyhoo, I explained why I was so late in calling her and apologized profusely and we had a pretty nice chat. We talked for nearly 45 minutes, which is major since I hate talking on the phone, and we slipped back into the easy conversational mode that we used to have. It was nice. So nice that I have now decided to make keeping in touch with friends my Mid-Year Resolution.