One of my favorite people on this planet is a dear friend who I've loved from the first time I met her four years ago. Andrea knows no shame, and watching her has taught me to risk a little more than I did before.
Today, like most days, we were chatting on the very non-ghetto Gmail (hi, kel!) and I was suddenly cussing up a storm. I do this when I get stressed out. Sometimes it's just therapeutic to throw the F word around, ya know?
Anyway, it just made me pause and think about how thankful I am to have a friend like her. A friend who will let me drop the F bomb when necessary and not hold it against me later. Someday I will forgiver her for that one time she talked out loud about hairball babies.
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Someday I'll write a blog called, "My little Tourette's-esque cussing hairball baby-maker, whom I love."
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