Chicken

My friend's here!

Yes, my friend's here!

I'm elated to be on my patio and chatting like only two girls can do on a Wednesday night...the laughs, the beer, the smokes that polute our lungs...what could it really be? It's the simplicity of two women talking. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I've been reading a lot and nothing compares to our sharing of stories, past, present and future. Your significant other can not compare to the conversation of a true buddy and THAT'S OK. DO YOU HEAR ME? From the depths of my soul, I do not feel man and woman should share everything. Not at all. We don't talk the same. We don't share the same. And the cool thing is that's ok.

So stop beating your man up. Stop beating your girl up. Enjoy the moments you two share and enjoy the moments you and your friends share. NOT that your partner isn't your "one and only to share with"...it's just different.

Ladies, do you REALLY want to hear how your man saw some hot chick or how he just "beefed up" his rididculous car with more horse power? Men, do you really care how your chick cried over a commercial and STOPPED crying over the commercial with a CRANE size bowl of Cookie Crisp? The answer is one...it's NO!

Enjoy the difference. Laugh over the difference. Smile because it's all good.