Hot Mess Party of Two

  Yesterday was National Best Friend Day but between work, life yes I somewhat have one , and a debacle at the VW dealership I didn't get a chance to blog. But here I am so here we go, per usual let me brief you on somethings so this post makes a little more sense to you. I was the 8 year old who SO desperately wanted that ONE TRUE BFF "Best" "Friends" half heart necklaces and all. Unfortunately this also made me look like a nutcase before age 10. Don't get me wrong I had my little group of sugar crazed girlfriends but I was never the "best friend." While I was stalking girls so desperately looking for the Ashley to my Mary-Kate I never realized I had always had my best friend right by my side she just refused to wear those tacky plastic BFF necklaces , my mom. Julie, or as I lovingly refer to her BECCA please see my Wait...What post for further details, deserves a medal for successfully raising my hot mess of a self but at the same time needs her head examined for dealing with my shenanigans Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo. Through all the ups and downs, the really downs, and that one relationship that prompted her to give me up for Lent... she has been there minus those 40 days but I deserved it. Just last night she gave me a perfect 10 and Gold on my vault over her striped bedroom chair while not judging me on my second Sonic trip this week. This one time she watched me eat it/face plant on a wooden stage during city wide talent show dress rehearsal when I was in the front row with the seniors, and laughed. And then this one time she took the dog's pill with her vitamins, and I laughed. She also force fed me blue Gatorade one time and then laughed when I was throwing it back up, and you guessed it, it was blue. We need our own show, but at the same time we really don't. We've had our moments, like when I was in 7th grade and didn't talk to her for a week expect via Post-it Note. But we've also had those moments that deserved background music, like when we both cried when she hugged me and told me she was proud of me in front of medical tent 3 at the half marathon. I may drive her crazy sometimes okay no more like ALL the time but she's my best friend. After all, who else would give your number to the cute Publix produce boy on a mini card from the floral department? Or watch you pace around your bedroom for 3 hours at 2am refusing to throw up even though you had food poisoning? OR sit on your bed with you and laugh while your newly minted ex-boyfriend's dad called the house repeatedly because he was upset? Exactly. Not many things scare me in life, but being as good of a mom as my mom is is definitely on that short list. So Julie, this one's for you. 
    
                                                 "You are SO weird" "Yeah, but I'm cute so it's okay"