Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Deanna, Queen of All Best Friends
Not to be confused with Queen of All Bosses, which is me.
Truthfully folks, I would have written this one sooner but there was much back office negotiating going on. Many things I couldn't say. Things that our lawyers had to ok and approve. Paperwork to sign. Quid Pro Quo items that, for instance, if I told you about my inauspicious beginnings with Deanna, she would tell the world the "Mr. Hibbs Bowtie" incident or The Case of The Small Rocking chair (like that Nancy Drew reference Deanna?) which are known only by a select few. (like the 2 of us)
Despite these things, there is still much to say. A long time ago Deanna dubbed herself my wondertwin and she's correct. Did you ever have someone who can read your mind? The other day in the car the conversation went something like this:
"What time is it?"
"Yeah, I think we should eat here too instead of waiting"
"Exactly what I was thinking"
Poor Karen in the back seat had no idea what we were talking about. We knew. In that shorthand way we have of talking sometimes. The other day we were talking about something and I thought the word "enemy" in my head right before she said it. It wasn't something you would normally associate with an enemy....It happens so much we don't even think it's strange. It just is.
She is a terribly loyal friend. She plans the best parties with THEMES. She's elaborate. She's smart and has a quick dry wit that can skewer you and make you laugh all at the same time. She's a true soul mate of mine.
There are many dumb entertaining stories that we would be happy to sit down and tell you over a bottle of wine. We'll laugh until we cry and you can shake your head and look for the nearest escape. Like Jen & I, we are completely entertaining to ourselves. To others, not so much.
Our birthdays are the 1st and the 5th of August. (2 Bold Leo's together can be insufferable. Throw our Leo friend Michael in the mix and we are either all very funny or completely obnoxious) . We call the 3rd "our" birthday. One year, when we were on a break (yes, I know I said I would not mention it) she didn't call me. I boo hoo cried like a baby over her. She's the only woman I've ever wept over with loss.
She has a wonderful husband and 2 gorgeous daughters. Her oldest, Olivia, was born from my egg. (Ok, she really wasn't, I just say it all the time.) She's very much like me, She's noise sensitive, very smart and her love for Little House on The Prairie rivals my own. This past summer she came to my house in a bonnet and I had her harvest veggies from my garden into my wooden bowl. I also had her churn butter and make bread. SHE LOVED IT! Before she had her own little sister, I had already had my daughter. She once asked Deanna,
"Can Emma be a sister to me like Aunt Chrissy is to you?"
Even at 4 years old, she got it!!!