I loves me my sisty-ugler. I don’t tell her that because somewhere along the line I decided it was a good idea to keep it to myself, but I loves her. I do.
We were our first best friends for those early years, and that can’t be matched by anyone else in the world.
Here are the twenty things that make me think of her and either laugh, or giggle, or snort, or get boiling mad, or gassy, or sumfink. There are more than twenty, but these are the twenty that I came up with off the top’n my pointy little head.
the color green
The Frog Prince
farting is always funny (in fact, my dog just farted and I giggled)
“Don’t you ever get tired of being so ugly?”
“Stop singing, you’re ruining the song.”
curling irons (and severe burns from them)
closets full of clothes
“…and I got a scratch on my elbow…”
babysitting the boys
hitting each other on the way to school, promising not to tell anyone, and then both telling everyone
a cake made to look like a fish with frosting so bright it turned my tongue colors
swearing I wasn’t copying everything she did, but secretly wondering if I was
21 Jump Street
buying the same blue and white polka-dot shirt even though we lived across the state from each other
“THEY’RE COMING RIGHT AT YOU!!!!!”
Oh, and did I mention it is her birthday today? It is. And you wanta know something evil? For once I’m glad she’s older than me. Heh.