My closest friends are all very different women from each other. A universal creed, however, is shared by all:
The Postal Service has nothing on us. We will go to our appointments when we are sick wearing a dust mask as to not infect anyone else, we will go on crutches in a snow storm, we will go while in labor and we will go with an open wound. (Only one of these examples is made up and it’s possibly not the one you think.)
I wonder what appointment my hair stylist won’t miss? I should have asked her today. But she wouldn’t have heard me through my mask . . .