Every week, a couple times a week, I text my friend, Erika, to see if she wants to have a doggy play-date. Her dog, Barley, is my dogs’ best good friend. Today’s text conversation:
Me: Dogs?
Erika: Yesh!
Me: yippo!
Erika: Like a skipping hippo
Me: who got a big tippo so he did a back flippo.
If you don’t think she’s awesome, based solely on this interaction, I don’t think you and I can be friends.
Pumpernickel tickle and mean green cheese!
good thing i’m in competition with kathleen and not erika
That is exactly the reason I feel head over heels for her. Erika rocks my world- and she allows me to profess my undying love for her on a daily basis. I love that.
*fell