* I poured my heart out to an offline friend and former co-worker (the one who came over and carted my sorry ass to the ER a few weeks ago). She and I do not see eye-to-eye regarding Jesus but get along anyway. She listened, suggested I have an adult beverage, and then said "it'll be aight. God don't like ugly.** He got this, you're a good girl and he loves ya whether ya like it or not" (yes, she's almost thirty years older than I am). I wish I had her faith; it must be really nice to believe in a big daddy in the sky who'll take the stick to the bad guys. Her absolute conviction that there's no more to it, however, was somehow reassuring to me, and by the end of the conversation she had me laughing to the point of tears and had gotten me to agree to go out with her and a current co-worker to shoot pool. Which I suck at, but that's okay. I'm sure we'll have a good time.
* @MrsDAngelo and @twoadults on the Twitter. We got to talking about how dogs are superior to human beings as best friends, and then husbands got dragged into it, and the next thing you know we were talking about locking our husbands in crates and how dogs eat underpants and I was giggling. Which I would have bet money when I woke up that I would NOT do today, at all.
* My husband. For the front porch. He knows what that means :)
** Is it just me or is that in a Toni Morrison novel somewhere? Or maybe it's Alice Walker? Either way I seriously doubt my friend who said it has read the book, because as she proudly tells you, if you try to talk about your crazy literature habits to her, she only reads the Bible and USA Today. I just love that wackaloon :)