My friend Cathy

Cathy and I met when we were 15 years old in Mr Barry's biology class we have known each other 38 years. When we get together it is like we pick up where we left off 6 months ago. Gma is friends with Cathy's mom Marge. Cathy and I used to call them MARGARAN and laugh hysterically over the things they would produce in arts and crafts. I remember coming home from school to shellaced loaves of bread and bagels with ribbons tied around them. Fortunately neither Cathy or I have any craft skills.