Tomorrow is my birthday and I am feeling like hot steamy dookie today. Usually I am very excited that I am turning a year older. I love birthdays. I used to. It's tradition every year my best friend and I would celebrate the entire month of our birthdays and we would call everyday up until the actual day to say something kind, encouraging or sing. This year's song to me is "Happy 49th Birthday!" Followed by...You look good girl! No one will believe you are turning 49 this year! Your skin is some tight! Damn girl you look some good for 49! Mind you, I will be 49 in like a million years from now. She's just a clown and Black Magic knows how to make me laugh when I am in the funk.
To this day, we keep the tradition alive. We have another tradition too. We go back down memory lane. We review our accomplishments with our lives, or lack thereof rather and toy with the thoughts of "what ifs." Talk about heading down a slippery slope real fast...that will do it every time! It's like a cycle. We do it every year.
So while in this feeling, I asked her if she knew where I could find a bubble. She told me that she knew Lowes sold big ones and little ones, but the little ones were on sale. I would have to come up with a whop for the big one. In our minds, a bubble will house you while depressed. It protects you from being fucked with while you are in your feelings. If you get the big one, it can hold about the size of a bed and a bottle of booze. A little one don't hold shit. That size is pointless.
So we both agree that I can no way afford to purchase a big bubble unless possibly it was on sale. Since Lowes only had little ones on sale, that did me no good. In her role, she decided for me that I had better come out of this funk by 3:00pm today and get ready for my birthday. I agreed to that too. See, the responsibility of the Bestie, is to make important decisions in the best interest of the other party when they don't see straight. They are to also keep spirits uplifted and excited about birthdays and my Biffaduh (BFF-uh-duh!!!) comes through every time. What's not to be excited about...after all, turning 49 never looked so good.
To this day, we keep the tradition alive. We have another tradition too. We go back down memory lane. We review our accomplishments with our lives, or lack thereof rather and toy with the thoughts of "what ifs." Talk about heading down a slippery slope real fast...that will do it every time! It's like a cycle. We do it every year.
So while in this feeling, I asked her if she knew where I could find a bubble. She told me that she knew Lowes sold big ones and little ones, but the little ones were on sale. I would have to come up with a whop for the big one. In our minds, a bubble will house you while depressed. It protects you from being fucked with while you are in your feelings. If you get the big one, it can hold about the size of a bed and a bottle of booze. A little one don't hold shit. That size is pointless.
So we both agree that I can no way afford to purchase a big bubble unless possibly it was on sale. Since Lowes only had little ones on sale, that did me no good. In her role, she decided for me that I had better come out of this funk by 3:00pm today and get ready for my birthday. I agreed to that too. See, the responsibility of the Bestie, is to make important decisions in the best interest of the other party when they don't see straight. They are to also keep spirits uplifted and excited about birthdays and my Biffaduh (BFF-uh-duh!!!) comes through every time. What's not to be excited about...after all, turning 49 never looked so good.
