Bring it on, Ya'll!

Abbey and I in Charlevoix, MI 1998

My mom used to tell me not to depend on one friend for everything. She said: "It's hard to get everything you need from one friend, each friend wears a different hat." In other words, you may have one friend you love to gossip with, one friend you love to shop with, one friend you can trade secrets with...

I'm very lucky. I actually have one friend I can say or do anything with and tomorrow she's coming here from Dallas with her youngest daughter who is just a few months younger than Frankie! No husbands, just the girls. Oh yeah, baby. JUST.THE.GIRLS.

How excited am I?
Get me a diaper.

Abbey is my best friend. We met at The Ohio State University many years ago and we've been friends ever since. Abbey was actually friends with my roomate when we met. Soon enough, Abbey began "cheating" on my roomate when we decided we liked each other more than we liked her. (Mean, I know). Abbey used to call our apartment and hang up when my roomate answered (real mature), but I'd know it was her and I'd call her right back (Ahh...the days before Caller ID...).

We've been through the good and the bad together, Abbey and I--and there have been lots of both. She's the Gail to my Oprah, the Beavis to my Butthead. I am looking forward to several days of face stuffing, much celebrating, present opening, coffee drinking, magazine reading, diaper changing, movie watching, baby strolling, dog walking, power shopping, bottle giving, errand running, Kid Rock singing, Disney playing, coney dog eating--(her, not me) and the kind of genuine and knowing laughter that makes whatever you're drinking come out of your nose.

Is it tomorrow yet?
Let's get it on, Darlin'!