BFF's

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I have a very small collection of friends. I'm more about quality than quantity. Plus, it's too friggin' hard to juggle a whole gaggle of girlfriends, and damnit....I'm just not that talented.


"Friend, who blasts crazy weird music for the pure enjoyment of embarrassing their kids"
"Friend who show's em' what she's made of when the kiddos mess up her just made bed"
"Friend who carries a box of Pine Tar Soap in her purse, just in case of potty talk"
"Friend who allows playdough on 'clean the floor days', ONLY"
"Friend who is excellent at navigating 'traffic'"
You all know who you are....
Some have been disguised here in my postings, and I thank them for letting me share their moments of awesomness weather they want me to or not.
Thanks for....
listening
keeping your mouth shut
laughing at me
laughing with me
telling me like it is
telling me that you ate cookies so I don't feel so bad for the doughnut(s)
saying 'F' them
saying 'F' you
forgiving...
celebrating
loving
sharing
pep talks
inspiration


Thanks for still liking me even though you really know me. 
Or for faking it really freaking well, cuz I totally believe you.

Comments

Kekepania said…
Awww, <3! Happy Birthday Cousin! Life is so much more awesome with you to write about it! Love ya!
2/03/2010
Jenn said…
hee hee xoxoxo!!!
Love you, Cousin...;-)
2/03/2010
patricia said…
How funny that you remembered that about me!
2/07/2010
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