Do You Have Hundreds of Besties?

Moms are friend-picky; Boston, and other chilly cities

Hubby and I went to a coffee house this past weekend. (Yes, I indulged in decaf.) Sweet Notes was crowded. It was a Saturday and wasn’t supposed to rain until the afternoon. (It’s Washington state. When there’s a sun break—actual weather person term-- you run outside.) We sat by the door and watched the families coming and going. Opposite us was a flowe…