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Best Friend

 I don't know how she puts up with me sometimes.  She is the only one that I talk to almost daily, because she calls me.  If i don't answer, she texts me to answer my phone.  She doesn't let me not talk to her.

She is the one who is going to know i'm missing if i'm ever missing.  She will be the one to send up the alarms.  She is probably the only one who cares for me at that level.  

And yesterday i answered her call, grumpy about it. I'm still struggling with the dreaded "D" word. She says "I called you yesterday and you didn't answer" and i said "I don't want to talk to anyone on Sundays" (which is true) and she said "SINCE WHEN"....she gives me shit.  Because she is the only one who can.  And i give HER shit, because i'm not scared of her.   Yell all you want I aint skeert. 

We are total opposites - yet have remained friends for over 50 years.  We have plans to terrorize a nursing home when we are too old to take care of ourselves.  We are going to share a room and talk AT each other.  No one will understand us, but we will understand each other.  We drive each other crazy.  It seems right to drive everyone around us crazy when we get to the exalted age of "We don't give a fuck",  

I will be listening to heavy metal, she will be listening to country.  I will be tripping balls on acid (thats the plan)  and she will be taking a shit ton of boring medication.  I will be doing shots for breakfast, and she will take all day to drink one coffee. I will be wearing red lipstick and having my extra long (finally) nails painted blood red, or black.  She will be rejoicing in not having to wear any makeup, but will still use the cream to prevent swollen under eyes.  My clothing will still be black, and hers will have some kind of glitz or sparkle on it.  I will be barefoot, she will have carefully curated shoes to match her glitzy t-shirts. I will be listening to true crime podcasts, or watching horror movies.....she will be reading romance novels and watching rom-coms. 

Opposites.  And we know each other inside and out better than anyone else in the world, including, even especially, our children.  

And ........the most important thing.........she's the older one. HAHAHAHAHA

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