(Love to give props for the photo but don't know who to give it to. The image ref was confusing.)
So let's talk about my dearest friend, (we were separated-at-birth) SHUG. Shug (as in "Sugar", and no, that's not her real name) is the zaniest person I think I've ever met aside from my husband. She is from small town Georgia and (with all of the love in the world intended) is a shit-kicker from hell! Now for all you out there who are not from the Deep South, that might seem somewhat offensive; but I can tell you that if and when she reads this, she will be most proud to have such a fabulous title. She's about 5 and a half feet and has a million stories to tell about her life. Everything from growing up in rural Georgia, to UGA in the 70's, and being married to a roadie for the Allman Brothers Band; there are stories to hear that will crack your ass up (if you need more crack than you already have). Needless to say, SHUG and I are usually laughing when we are together and GOOOD LAWD! Please don't invite my husband 'cause then one of us usually ends up saying "NO! WAIT! I'm gonna pee in my pants!" And then, as we're running out of the room to pee, we add, "Don't say another damn thing until I get back or I'll KICK YOUR ASS!"
It's a friend like this that makes the phrase, "You're not a guest! You're family! Get it yourself!" so very appropriate. I love it that she's my friend and I really love it that she's right across the street (no designated driver required).
So, I am ready for spring.