Tilly and I don’t get to see each other that often. We don’t chat on the phone, we don’t text each other, unless we have a concrete plan, nor do we do the couples thing because our men are so different … in a good way, it’s just socially awkward.
Our sister friendship always picks right up, where it left off, and it’s a great comfort for me to be in her presence.
She asked me how things were, which after this past year was a loaded question, and twenty minutes later, I’m being conservative, after hogging the conversation with my timeline of the ongoing trials, tribulations and a few successes of 2014, I finally stopped talking. Something like that sentence.
We both sat there, staring at each other … my bagel still intact … I paused, exhausted from the recap, really hungry knowing that once she started talking I could eat, took a deep breath and said, “you can’t make this sh*t up” which lead into … enough about me … how’s everything with you?
Her lovely angelic spirit looked at me, in mild shock, and said “Wow, I got nuthin.”
This post is to let her know how grateful I am for her loving spirit, unconditional friendship and especially thankful that she didn’t read my palm pre-2014 because honestly … ignorance is bliss.
Love you, Miss Tilly … the checks in the mail. 😉
A long way from a Delano coffee clutch,