My sister is hilarious.
She always has the funniest stuff to share.
We were not always close.
As youngsters we battled our way through our youth.
Competitive and mean spirited with one another.
Taking out our frustrations on a difficult upbringing on the only people we could.
But as adults we found our common ground.
Other women friends are great.
We share childrearing, school and work issues and men… well you know.
We don’t share them,
but the the commonalities of long marriages is a subject women
friends certainly share.
Give a table of grown women a pitcher or 2 of beer and a few hours.
Those noisy grown women who can’t stop laughing?
Uh huh…that’s me and my friends and the subject is almost always men.
You guys just crack us up.
Our intense discussion on our kids is done quietly in parks and cars…much more serious.
But with my women friends I am careful.
I don’t use bad language.
I don’t tell state secrets.
We love each other intensely but it’s more because of what we don’t know about
each other that we can love each other so.
she knows it all.
Who else answers my calls with “Hi Ugly.”
And I answer, “Hey Turd”.
Mind you we are both well past 40.
We can discuss the prices in the markets, Mom’s latest catastrophe or the kid’s latest
I can tell her anything.
She doesn’t judge.
I never have to worry that she is thinking ill of me or that
she won’t love me tomorrow.
She knows it all.
She shares my blood,
and my face,
now with the same droopy eyelids.
She is there,
She is my sister.