Unlike my hair, some things never change.

My friendship with Murielle is one of those things. The summer I visited Murry in 2003 (pics on the left) was pretty much the same as her recent visit three years later (pics on the right). The only way you can tell they're different? The tans.

Murielle still impersonates her Persian grandmother.











I'm still forced to pose in dresses with loud patterns.














We still rock the '80's/vagrant hair.











Murielle is still more photogenic than I am. (Why is my mouth open so wide? I'm not at the dentist! What a spaz.)











I am still an awesome dancer.











We still take pictures of the food we make. (Fleischkeschele!)











I still love sweets (even though I'm not the sac de bonbons).











Murielle still leaves me a protruding tongue photo as a parting gift.











And I'm still sad every time one of us has to leave.