Oh baby, was I due tonight's phone conversation.
Only with a great friend can you tell the entire truth to (because only then can you get true advice) and hang up the phone thinking, "Yesss! I got it now!". Straight-shooting, don't judge me (this is the tough requirement to meet) or beat-around-the-bush advice is what I wanted. And thankfully, amen, hallelujah ... exactly what I got.
And to also be able to laugh my butt off at the outrageous comments that come along with it. Well...that's just darn priceless:
You know how I hate mandatory merriment and gift giving in general. And it was forced on me!
Those fancy shoes you put on may look pretty, but they definitely aren't comfortable. Think about it...
Girl! What are you thinking? You KNOW better than what you are saying. This isn't you. Where did you go? Are you even listening to what you are saying right now?
I'm sorry, but the pretty just doesn't counter the manic.
I really am getting a pole next year. For Festivus...not stripping.
We're gonna Oovoo tomorrow night, play cards, whatever...it'll be great!
It was exactly what I needed and all I needed to hear. This friend's advice is always solid. I've been sick for two days making myself even more *miserable* than I normally would be right now. I got stupid. And that's the bottom line. And I got called on it.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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