Thoughts, laughter, and giggles....

This is not what I had planned to post about, but I would really like to share with you the past couple of hours I have had.

If you follow my posts, then you know I went to a boarding school, and I still remain friends with just about all the peeps I went to school with.  I am closer to some than others.

I was cruisin thru Facebook a little while ago, we were talking to my “outlaws” at the time.  They made it home and are safe and sound in their own home, although Papa has to go back to the Doctor because his Bronchitis is no better.    While we were talking to them, my phone beeped and a friend of mine was calling in.  We finished up our call to the “outlaws’.

The Electrician told me I had better call back my High School friend.  I had seen a post she put on Facebook and had instant messaged her.  She called in response to my message.  I called her back, and after talking to her for about an hour….the Electrician looking at me like I had lost my mind, because this particular friend, used to be my room-mate.   Whenever her and I talk, it is nothing short of a bunch of giggles, and  comparable life styles.    Let me just insert here, when you are a room-mate with someone, there are no secrets, and you kind of like become sisters.

After confessing, I swiped her pair of jeans to wear, and they ripped (even more than they were already), she dissolved into giggles and stated her Dad yelled at her and thought she threw them away.    We laughed over old times, and giggled over new times.    The Electrician looked at me like I had lost my mind when I argued with her over how old she was.  I am a year older than her, but could not remember her exact birthdate.  Plus, the fact, I can never remember how old I am much less anyone else.

After talking with her for about an hour, the Electrician was rolling his eyes at me, plus, my sister-in-law had tried to beep in, so her and I said by.

We called my sissy-in-law back, and she sounded like crap.  I asked her if she had loved up to Papa too much, because she sounded well…congested.  She is now sick to, and for that I’m sorry, having had that ukiness a few weeks ago, it makes you feel like crap.

Sissy was excited at all of her bounty we had sent to her from my MOL and FOL being here.   She is going to use the chili I sent her to make chili jam, (which I asked her to send me the recipe).  She loves her Bears hoodie, and a couple of other things we sent home to her.    Folks, I’ve never had a sister, I’ve had room-mates that feel like sisters, I’ve had friends that I consider sisters, but this one is special.  This one went zip-lining with me and we’ve  built a sister relationship over the last 17 years, that I will forever cherish.

While the past few days I’ve been down in the dumps, and having a pity party for myself, these women (along with the Electrician) (also a very close friend and sister T) have made me realize I have a lot to be thankful for.  No more dumps for me, I’m over it.    There are to many giggles to have, and laughter to share to be upset.  What will be will be, que sera que sera…..Thanks to Doris Day for that one.