Today is NOT my friend Beth’s birthday. However, she did just return from a vacation. Yay! Beth! I am so glad you are home. It IS my dear friend friend Staci’s birthday, however, so keeses to her.
Beth is my bestest friend in the world. She shares a space in my inner circle with some wonderful people, and I must say, she is the most constant presence among these people, and we email and chat so regularly that I began to flounder when she took a vacation last week.
Me: “I miss Beeeeeeeth.”
James: “When does she come back?”
Me: “This weekend but not ’til Sundaaaaaaay, oh my god she’s been gone so lonnnng.”
Me:”NNnnnNNNNNYYEErrrrrrrrRRRR!” with dramatic flailing.
Me:”I mean, she doesn’t have internet so there are all these THINGS! She is not caught up! Like, like, does she even KNOW about the iPad? We would have talked about that. The world is moving along and THINGS are happening and we discuss those THINGS.”
James: laughs at me
I will say this, though, I had one giant rant-er-iffic meltdown with my husband over the week and he handled it fantastically. He’s my best friend of all, of course, but we also know that girlfriends listen differently than husbands do. Bless his heart, he didn’t try to fix anything or tell me what he thought I should do, he just agreed that it was crazy, and (as always) offered to slash their tires. And he bought me some dinner and made me hot cocoa with Kahlua in it.
I’d take James and Beth into a knife fight any day.
(don’t worry, there are quite a few of you I’d bring to the party. Beth, however, would remember the tourniquets.)