It was around 5:45pm where I started to find myself wholly amusing. Like I was commenting on blogs and was cracking myself up. I fear going back over those comments because what if it was all just fatigue-induced hilarity and I’m actually not.funny.at.all.
Let me live in my denial.
Thank you all for the well wishes and positive vibes for my BFF (and me) yesterday. She was chowing down on Mexican food come 12:30 at home resting comfortably enough surrounded by her demanding pets. The procedure went well and it appears her heart is in good shape. There are more appointments and doctors in the future but she made it through the day with flying colors. It also appears that when you use the term “girl friend” people assume you mean “girlfriend” as in “partner.” The hospital staff knew I wasn’t her sister so assumptions were made. Does this mean I am dating two people now? Look at me!
Back at her place, I further proved my Awesomest Best Friend status by enduring episode after episode of People’s Court. I survived only by making fun of everyone on there. When she’d flip the channel to John Edwards, I’d make fun of those people too. I really don’t watch that much TV and had no idea there were so many options for me to ridicule people! I’m just grateful she didn’t force me to watch Hostile 2. I don’t do well with the horror flicks and of course, those are her favorite. Because she and I are exact opposites. I also acted as her secretary, sending out emails to her friends letting them know she was ok and also responding to her personal ad emails. She’d dictate and I’d type (sometimes taking liberties with word-crafting and peppering the responses with some flirting).
There was one question that asked her, “What makes you nervous?” There were five options for the answer like talking in front of 500 people or jumping out of a plane but none of them appealed to her sense of fear. She opted to write her own in: Watching Three’s Company. Her reasoning? Those wacky characters are always getting in trouble and THAT makes her extremely nervous.
She slays me.
We humans are all so damn quirky. I love it.
“Well I wanna know you, wanna kiss you, wanna love you/wanna show you there’ll be no one else above you/and you’re mine/baby, well you’re my sweet, my sweet little baby/you should belong to me/oh smiling and free/yes you should be loving me/you should belong to me…” -You Should Belong To Me, Ray LaMontagne