Like the Abba album these vistors were Two For the Price of One and I was Head Over Heels when they arrived. During the visit I definitely wondered Should I Laugh Or Should I Cry....but by the time they left I really thought they were Slipping Through My Fingers.
There is nothing in this world better than great, great friends. Except perhaps Abba at 11pm, drunk, at a wedding. I digress...friends are fab.
My latest visitation was delightful involving a house party, a road-trip to Niagara (which she kept calling Viagra - Freudian methinks), and a series of jaunts to local shops and eateries.
Times I laughed at her:
- at the house party and she knows why
Times she laughed at me:
- when I wore the cocktail sunglasses and balloon palmtree hat at Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville
- when I sent THAT email
- when I posted a letter for some old fat bloke through a door that was open, then picked it up on the other side
- probably when I fell asleep on her lap after the house party
So in one short week I have laughed more than I have for a long, long time.
Funniest of all - she can't make comments on this blog so I can say whatever I want.