Recipe for a Best Friend

-Have a really awful day
-Call her, upset, but be unclear on the details of the distress so that you don’t bring her down
-Consequently worry her more due to the aforementioned vagueness
-Go to therapy
-Have a really emotional session
-Walk out the door, and see her there
-With a Diet Coke, no less – she came bearing gifts!
-Give her a hug, and ask her, Why are you here?
-To which she replies, simply, I just wanted to be here for you.
-Go get a milkshake together
-Laugh a lot
-Make plans to make the Ranch dressing and crouton milkshake this weekend to force-feed the fat cat to
-Laugh even more
-Part ways
-Leave feeling better than one has in a really, really long time
-Email each other back and forth the next day while each of you are respectively at your desks, working thirty miles away from each other
-Have conversations that include, but are not limited to:
-Sexcapades
-Playing doctor – she meant it innocently, my mind was in the gutter
-Major cheer uppage must be involved, of course
-The pros and cons of landing strips
-Wild passionate sex on the first date - yay or nay?
-How crazy one’s therapist is
-Debate on whether or not to click on a diet ad online (we refrained)
-How much many things suck loads and loads of giant Bobbi chunks (the large cat)
-Tell each other constantly that we can’t control our laughter while at work
-Say we miss each other when it’s been less than 24 hours since we were graced with each other’s presence
-Say goodbye for the day with a See ya, Hot Tits
-Have her response be equally dirty (but funny)
-Go home and thank God for such a good friend.

Thanks Whit.