How would you describe that blob on Henry's back? Is it a six? A gourd? An intestine? It looks like something but I cannot place it.
I am totally exhausted, however, and my brain is not working, as one of my old friends found me on Facebook yesterday and I am standing here beside myself. We exchanged hysterical, excited emails till 3 a.m. Well, SHE kept going till 3:00; she told me she fell asleep, then woke up excited and had to write again. I stopped at 1:00, but still.
Jo and I met in college, and she has ENORMOUS breasts. I am certain she wouldn't mind me telling you that, and if she has suddenly become modest about them, it was a fun 24 hours rekindling that friendship. Anyway, they are real; I mean, she didn't go out and buy them, and in a stunning piece of information that shows you I am either (a) bad at details or (2) really, really heterosexual, I never noticed them.
She and I had worked together for about three months before my boyfriend at the time pointed them out to me. I mean, we are talking size FFF breasts. I just never looked down, I guess.
Her breasts aside, which would really be physically impossible, she was the most fun fun fun fun friend you could ever have. Did you ever know someone and every time you think back on them you just giggle? I never had a single day with Jo that we did not end up in a puddle of hysterics.
But college ended and I moved to Seattle and she got married, and I remember the very last time we ever talked, I think. She had just had a baby and of all things was having trouble breast-feeding. She had to hire a lactation expert. Naturally, we giggled about this for an hour and fifteen minutes.
But then we lost each other, and I have stalked her on Facebook before, but she was never on. Then yesterday? THERE SHE WAS! Friending me!
And oh! She still has a personality. Thank GOD. Isn't it awful when your fun friends have grown up, and they're all, "Yes, it's indubitable to talk to you again. How is your 401(k)?"
Marvin owns this (sit down) documentary that takes place entirely in the parking lot before a terrible concert in the '80s. I want to say maybe it was a Def Leppard concert, or Slayer. You get my drift. Anyway, they interview everyone drinking in the parking lot.
Then he owns ANOTHER (sit down again) documentary where they FIND all the yahoos from that same parking lot 20 years later, and this one guy? Who had worn an entire outfit of zebra stripes in the '80s? I mean tight spandex zebra pants and a ripped zebra shirt. They knock on his door and he is a total suit. And he will NOT discuss that parking lot documentary for a second.
What happens to people?
Anyway, I am so tickled to find Jo I could spit, and I wish we lived in the same city so we could go to Arby's today and eat curly fries and I could blow my straw at her like the old days.
P.S. I just remembered I was supposed to show you pictures of the cool tiles Furry Godmother made. She paints portraits of your pets on tiles. I will show you tomorrow, I promise. Also too? I will do comment of the week. The ivy is calling me! "Kill me, June! Killlll meeeee!"