Message sent on August 2, 09 @ 8:25 pm... "Tell me I can do this." Message received on Aug 2, 09 @ 9:07 pm..."I have total and complete faith in you. I always have. You are wonderful. You can do this. xoxo" She gives me hope.
After landing on her ass from a two story window and I ask the ridiculously stupid question of..."Did that hurt?" She stands up, brushes off her ass, smiles and says..."nope." She lied. But she makes me brave.
After an enormous amount of nagging on my part for some Jamocha Almond Fudge ice cream for my birthday party. Yeah...we weren't 12, this happened last week. "I ain't gonna judge you, but I am not going to enable you to make bad decisions." Alright, so she may not have been talking about just the ice cream. She helps me do the right thing, even when I don't want to.
Just because..."OH! HELL! NO! You are a triflin' fool and I will kick you in the throat for even suggesting that I be needin' some pink lemonade Metamucil. I take care o' my junk in da monin'. you show some RESPECT to ya eldas. Talk about some metamucil... shoooooot. And don't you be talkin' about some fried chicken. I will give you some fried chicken. Right upside yo head. Ummm-hmmm." And yes that is a direct quote. She makes me laugh with her uncanny impression of an angry black woman.
After 18 years the bonds of friendship are wound pretty tight. But never suffocating. When I feel like I just can't take it anymore, I always call Cleo because she knows exactly what I need to hear, oftentimes when I don't even know. There really aren't words to describe how precious her friendship is to me. I would strangle any one of you with hot pink snuggie and bury you in my back yard if she needed me too. I hope Josh can get the feeling across.
I love your FRICKIN guts girl!!!
Other Fish in the Sea...
13 years ago
2 comments:
awwwww.... you know I feel the same way.
girl, my ass STILL hurts.... I am thinking the 4 babies didn't help that tailbone issue...
I love you. you are a great friend. Bowel issues notwithstanding...
You remember this- you are an ass waxer extraordinaire. Never let anyone tell you differently. Ever.
hahahahahahahahahahahaha...See...this is exactly why I love you. Don't tell anyone, but I may or may not have actually locked myself in my closet and cried today.
Shhh...because cryin' is for pusses. And not ass waxers extraordinaire. Which, I am.
But I just need to say...loving you aside...there aren't rubber gloves on the planet thick enough for me to wax your ass.
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