Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Jersey Girl

Today, Toddler T and I had a visitor.  My oldest friend, Matron of Honor and Toddler T's godmother came for a visit. We have known each other since the 4th grade and while pursing different colleges, career paths and geography, we have remained close.  We can tell stories about our siblings, parents and cousins and the other knows all the key players and 'get' all the dynamics. We both know that there is no shame in finishing an entire meal (french fry crumbs and all) and THEN stopping for desert. We can laugh at the same stories told thousands of times and cringe at reliving our adolescence together.  

What would we cringe over?  I'll share an example.

For the better part of our 8-9th grade years we both had a larger than life crush on the same boy. He was a few years older and we truly both believed that the sun rose and set because he was on this planet. He also lived in our side of town and whenever our parents would drive past his house, we would practically break our necks trying to catch a glimpse of him in house, yard, whatever.

We were shameless, but never thought we were so obvious.

Turns out, everyone was on to us.

Turns out, her dad had a trick up his sleeve.

While driving past HIS house. 
Her father stopped the car. 
Put it in park.
Got out.
Walked and faced HIS house.
Began to bow down in honor.


The shock. The Fear. The Horror. The DREAD

Please, Please get back in the car. We couldn't speak.

Then as if nothing had happened. Mr. Best Friend's Dad, walked back to the car.
Put his seatbelt back on.
Put the car in drive.
And drove us to Best Friend's House.

This is only one of a million stories that we share. And today, we got to hang out. She brought me cookies from an Italian Bakery, New Jersey Style. Sprinkles, dipped in chocolate and Heavenly. She and Toddler T got into a tickle-fight. We had a chance to go out to lunch (and eat every.single.thing on our plates) while Toddler T went to Nannie's house.  It made my heart happy to spend the day with someone who has been such a constant part in my life.

If only we didn't live two hours away from each other.


  1. I just laughed out loud at your story. How mortifying!

  2. Hilarious! Thanks for the smile :-)

  3. Hahahaha I love that story - and I totally identify with the mortified teenage girl as well as the amused parent! Just think of the stories the little Ts will tell about you someday...