I know I've mentioned several hundred times that I've never been lucky in love (yeah, I know - wank, wank, wank) but I've made up for it by having amazing friendships. In this post I'm not just going to tell you how awesome my friends are, I'm going to show you. This is also a post where I use the phrase, "not only" ad nauseam. I'll just go ahead and apologize for that now.
My friend A. lives in Texas and it makes me so sad. She has had to deal with me throughout both of my pregnancies. I've been told that I wasn't super bitchy while I was pregnant, but I was annoyingly spacey. If you know me, and think I'm ditzy in general, you would have hated me when I was knocked-up. Not only did A. live with me while I was pregnant with Coadster, she stayed with me during most of my labor with Stinky. She also has about the cutest boys to come out of Texas. If you thought your children were the most beautiful there were, you were wrong.
These two are the rightful owners of that title.
I've known my friend J. since we worked at The Mill together in the eighties. Not only did she coach me through the births of both my daughters, she also gave me some of her income tax refund, so I could afford to move away from my abusive ex-husband. Just so you don't think she's lost any of her awesomeness in the last ten years, here is an e-mail she just sent me this week:
Since I hadn't seen you in ages and then did, you invaded my dreams last night. You were pregnant, we were with other friends in an old hotel, kinda Shining-like, you went into labor and quickly had twins (Guadalupe and Lance???). Easy, quick deliveries (like Stinky - since I saw her too I guess). Very interesting. What do you think it means? :-)
One of my many friends named Sara, just emailed to ask about a post that I wrote on the old blog and deleted in a fit of paranoia. I told her that it was gone, but that I saw her searching for words that were related to it on my site meter, and told her I was sad she didn't search for "rimming"(a private joke from years ago - believe me, you don't want to know). So, today she got on my blog, and not only used "rimming" as a search term, but also looked for: "scrotum", "delicious poops" and "wave like the bus driver". It made me laugh so hard in my cubicle, that I'm sure all my co-workers looked at each other, pointed to me and twirled their fingers around the sides of their heads, making the crazy lady sign.
On Saturday, my friend K. texted me this:
I have in my possession a size 4 skirt w/ yr name on it.
When I went over that night, not only did she and T. make me try it on, they both made a big point to tell me how cute my butt looked in it. I'm sure, they were probably being extremely charitable with their compliments because of all the wine they had been drinking, but I'll take them anyway I can get them.