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You Know You’re Best Friends If …

Today after church, Frit and I lounged on the booty bag (a.k.a the Love Sac) relaxing in the quiet that pervades on a Sunday afternoon. Sunshine streamed through the blinds as we sat in silence, eyes closed, each of us lost in our own thoughts. After a while …

Me: Frit?
Frit: Yeah?
Me: If I’m ever in a coma for some reason will you shave my legs for me?
Frit: Sure.
[silence]
Me: Would you pluck my eyebrows? You know how I am about my eyebrows.
Frit: Of course.
[silence]
Me: What about those stray whiskers on my chin? Will you pluck those for me too? I mean since I’m in a coma and all.
Frit: Yep.
Me: Thanks.
[silence]
Me: Is there anything you want me to do for you if you’re ever in a coma?
Frit: Just the same stuff. Oh yeah, and you’d have to wipe my bum.
Me: OK
Frit: OK
[silence]
Then we played with photobooth for much longer than we should’ve.

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  1. Ahhh! I think shaving your legs and plucking unwanted hairs definitely qualifies her to be your best friend.

  2. Hey Krista-I love your blog, (I found it thru my cousins site– Cristi)you brighten my day and make me cry somedays with your spiritual thoughts! Thanks for sharing.

  3. Your blog always puts a big smile on my face. I must meet Frit someday – love her already. I got your email and yes, we need to chat. I’ve been looking for a quiet minute without a tempermental two-year-old by my side. I”l call you one of these nights this week!

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