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March
March is an interesting month in my house. First, Bill and my anniversary from when we first started going out is this month. This year, we will have been together twelve years (we’ll be married 7 years in June). The other event in March is my birthday which is on the 20th of March. I am still young enough that I will tell you all my age — I will be 31 this year. Since I was pregnant last year over my 30th birthday, we didn’t get to go out and celebrate it. I think we got Chili’s-To-Go that night. I know, real exciting. To be honest, I am not sure if we’ll do anything this year either. Going out drinking isn’t as fun when you have to get up with kids early the next morning. My new laptop is my birthday present, so I won’t be getting anything from him. I will be lucky if I get any birthday cards. I am still waiting on my Valentine’s Day cards (which I know he bought and just never gave it to me). I’m not picky at all.
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True Friendship
I actually got this in an email, but it made me laugh so I have to pass it on.
“True Friendship” (With none of that Sissy Crap!!!!)
Are you tired of those sissy “friendship” poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card-just the stone cold truth of our friendship.
When you are sad — I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.
When you are blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile — I will know you finally got laid.
When you are scared– I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
When you are confused — I will use little words.
When you are sick — Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don’t want to catch whatever you have.
When you fall — I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath….. I pledge it to the end. “Why?” you may ask,”Because you are my friend”. We don’t need a succession plan, because friendship is like peeing your pants: everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.
