I have loads of friends from the blogging world, without whom my life would be a bleak abyss of lameness. But there’s something to be said for a best friend from childhood. Someone who doesn’t let you get away with anything at all.
My best friend just called. We’ve known each other since we were three, maybe younger. We’re only 5 months apart in age and we’ve advanced through every awkward stage of life together. Charming and her daughter were due on the same day, and are only three weeks apart in age {Charming came a little early due to my awesome pregnancy and my craptastic disease}.
Anyway, she called to say this:
Her: “What?”
Me: “What do you mean, ‘what’? You called me.”
{we talk on the phone every day. every day}
Her: “I’m not feeling it today.”
Me: “Ug.”
Her: “Whatever princess you have nothing to complain about, your life is perfect.”
Me: “Shut your pie hole Hooch {this is what I call her}. You’re a brat.”
Her: “Your mom’s a brat.”
Me: “Your mom.”
Her: “I gotta go.”
Me: “Whatevs.”
Click.
Best friends? Priceless.
snorted. actually and honestly snorted.
xoxo.
I have one of these too–an its lovely!
Awesome. My best friend calls me "woobie." How awesome/awful is that. I am 38 frickin' years old and he'll be like, I'd like to introduce you to my best friend "Woobie." We've been friends since we were FOUR. We were THE GEEKY KIDS.
x.
Paula
http://www.adhocmom.com
Oh man, you are so right. Best friends are the best. :)