|Sharon just wants peace, love and joy|
She is the one I would call if I needed bail money and didn’t want my husband to find out. She’s my take-her-for-granted…best friend. She’s my emergency contact on the kid’s school forms…best friend. She’s my crack-up-laughing-whenever-we-see-the-word-“bag”- written-or-spoken-anywhere… best friend (Yeah, picture middle aged lady Beevus and Butthead with cute jeans…and drawn better) Our kids have grown up together, we’ve taken vacations together and had blast after blast…along with some hellish baby/toddler/child experiences that all go in the “stories” pile we laugh at now, even as our torturous teenage experiences pile up. We both have only sons, so we always say, when we’re grandmas and have granddaughters (which of course we will…how could we not?) we’ll have old lady playgroup with them…like we did with our toddler sons. We’ll have walkers and they’ll just be learning to walk…what could be more perfect!