The day of the surgery rolls around and I awaken, nervous for my bestie and sad I couldn't be there for her as she's many states away and I am having vehicular instabilities. I hop on to FB and find this:
I thought about writing an essay entitled "If I don't come back" so if I died my family could make it with out me. It would contain things like "The black/brown/green/tan/or pink stuff you find in corners and cracks is mold. Use bleach" "Toilet paper is purchased at stores but you actually have to bring it home, take it to bathroom and place near toilet for use" "When you run out of underwear it is past time to do the laundry congrats on putting it off this long" "You ever wanna borrow the neighbors mower, cup of milk or sugar, you have to be nice to them way before hand. Try a pie when someone new moves in and wave when you see them" "The carpet has not always been brown, yes, you HAVE to vacuum it." "It the dog won't eat something you drop in the kitchen, its past time to mop." "You must sweep THEN mop. Otherwise, congrats, you made mud."
I also shaved, deep scrubbed and plucked my face, That way the make up artist can spend her time more wisely and do a nice eyeliner.
You see why I love her? My Bat girl drops the mic. The best part is, I know she's 1/2 serious. She took it all in stride. She knows where she's been, she knows her family is awesome and would take care of each other, she is faith filled and okay with whatever was swinging in her direction. I swore our pal and I would see to it that we spoiled and punished her family should the impossible happen. Impossible because I asked every spirit guide, mostly my mom, to stand over her and see to it the docs got her in and out the door safely. She's a faith and loved filled woman with a batsh*t sense of humor. She's mah girl.
I post this now because she's home and doing great. No word on test results yet but I'm certain she'll let me know.
She's Batfabulous.
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