One of my best friends growing up has a daughter who turned THIRTEEN today. Thirteen. Happy birthday, sweet Madison!
My BFFs this week (or, you know, forever):
- The Bloggess – Nancy W. Kappes (Paralegal) is Real and I Have Witnesses – “…She brought her “Judy Garland Trailmix” and dumped it out on the bed so I could have first pick, which was very generous and ladylike, and I didn’t actually have any of them because I’d been drinking but she made me a doggie bag and called me a bitch, but in a really nice way.”
- Cry it Out: Memoirs of a Stay-at-Home Dad – A Very Public Experiment: Part 7 – “I stopped and looked in her eyes. They blinked slowly — a Morse code of sleepiness. Her tiny mouth opened and stretched wide. ‘Not yet,’ I whispered, ‘Not yet. I have to tell you something.’ She blinked again and her eyes remained closed. She crinkled her nose. I jostled her, lifting her head. Through the curtain, I could see the new light spilling in. A thin line of pinkish luster had replaced the moody purple and pushed through the curtain. The morning was upon us.”
- Knotty Yarn – There’s Something Stuck in Everyone’s Vagina – Watch the video of her BlogHer reading. For serious. You’ll GUFFAW.
- Mihow – As Tears Go By and My Miscarriage – “And just as I closed my eyes, I pictured a little boy with him — another blue-eyed creature. They are running through a sprinkler together, their pale legs are covered in wet grass and all around us smells of wet dirt and newness, like a thousand healthy roots among a million specks of soil.”
- Momtrolfreak – F*ck Me Gently with a Chainsaw: In Which I Recap #BlogHer09 Whilst Simultaneously Equating it with the Film “Heathers” – My very favorite BlogHer recap: “We get there early for one party in the lobby and sit quietly, drinking our wine, on the edge of the fountain. We are quickly overtaken by hordes of crazy women vying for free shit, because there is a rumor that THERE BE VIBRATORS IN THEM THAR SWAG BAGS. DUDE. You can buy your own vibrating vagina bunny for fucking $15. Batteries weren’t even included. Can I have that clump of my hair back now? STEP. OFF. BITCH.”
- NieNie Dialogues – Chickie – “He realized that I was his mother and that our spirits are very recognizable… that we share the same blood. My touch was the same, my voice the same and my heart the same. I loved him more than ever. The eternal bonds of motherhood and children are sacred and very real.”
I am honored to be your BFF. Unless you were referring to just Nancy W. Kappes. Then I’ll just sit alone here in the corner.
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Score! I think we can all be BFFs. And do what BFFs do. Like smoke a lot of crack, pop handfuls of pills, and pump morphine suppositories.
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Let’s ALL be BFF’s.
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Hi there. And thank you.
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For sure. No one’s leavin’ Aunt Becky out. I’ll even put my bail number on the back of one of your BUSINESS CARDS. See? It all comes full circle.
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