My husband and I have a couple of really good friends that we spent a lot of time with when we lived in the same town (we are now across the country from each other). One night at Marble Slab, while feasting on ice cream, the men formed a support group, HOLB (husbands of lying biatches), this is because of us trying to tell stories of events that we were not present for and messing up the facts.
Later, after watching way too much South Park, we (the girls) decided to form our own group, WIDWIW (whatever, I do what I want).
Well, tonight I got to talk to the other member of WIDWIW, and it was so awesome. I feel sane when we talk, I do not know how we understand much of what the other is saying because of the laughter that takes up most of the hour plus that we talk. Tonight her daughter, the cutest girl in Michigan, joined our conversation. (I can only imagine the amount of drugs they will be prescribed to deal with her teenage years if she takes on our attitudes.)
So, to my WIDWIW, thanks for the chat, cherries, and I will see you in the summer of 2010, and I will be looking foward to another awesome blueberry pie from Paradise.
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