Stinky at the hotel at Coadster's birthday last year.
I don't think I can ever express on here enough, how awesome my friends are. Not only do they put up with my shit, (which is HUGE) they're fun, supportive, they tell me how gross and undeserving the guys who rejected me are, they're reassuring when I voice my insecurities and don't instantly run me to a therapist. (although, I'm sure that would be helpful too) One of them was even known to call and ask a Mr. Dateman if he might be interested in me, when I didn't have the guts to do it myself. (thanks again, K.) Oh yeah, and they are all totally hot.
For both Stinky and Coadster's birthday parties this year, my friend A. was so wonderful and helpful. Last May, our house was still way under construction after the tornado and since A. worked at a hotel restaurant, she not only got me her discount for a room for Coadster and her friends there, when her shift was over, she showed up at our room with beer. If you haven't read about A.'s role in helping me with Stinky's party, you can find it here.
So, this week when I found out Stinky made it to the state track meet and would need to get picked-up right in the middle of Coadster's birthday party, I spazzed first (which is just how I do things) and then called one of my 500 friends named Sara(h), who graciously offered to help me in my couple hours of need. She said she'd rather be the one to pick-up Stinky, than be left alone with thirty or so, dry humping high school kids, and I don't blame her one bit. How could you?