Better to Laugh

When I was in the Air Force, my dearest friend liked dark meat and I liked white. This worked out wonderfully for the both of us. I don’t think we ever downed an entire chicken, though. Did we, Kim?

I have a best friend who dresses with style. We were going to a tea tasting, and I had on a blouse with stylish sweater, jeans, and running shoes. It didn’t look very cohesive, but I didn’t know how far we would have to walk, and I wanted comfortable feet. I asked her, “This doesn’t really go together, does it?” She replied, “Wear the running shoes and the running shoes will be fine.” Thanks for accepting me just as I am, Charlene.

I have a sweet friend with no sense of smell, and I have a hyper sense of smell. She sent me some candles via her husband. They were odor eating, and by order eating they must have meant their odor would eat up any other smell in the vicinity. It didn’t work out too well for the candles (gave them to another friend), but your kind gesture made me love you even more, Erin. Thanks for making me smile, once again!