My beautiful friend Christine (see Flopping on the floor) announced on Facebook that she is again facing the dreaded C. Her first bout was as a teenager and she kicked its ass and I fully expect her to do so again. She goes into surgery in a few days.
My dear friend’s reasoning for announcing it on Facebook was 1. to get the conversation going about cancer and 2. she was looking for “distracting happy thoughts, travel stories, crazy-family anecdotes, photos, etc.”
Here’s what I thought of right off:
“One of my favorite memories is of you, me and Colleen at Joe’s Crabshack in the ‘Family Section’ bull$h1tting and swearing up a storm, then suddenly stopping and looking around us . . . realizing we’re surrounded by families with many young children while discussing such things as who does and does not deserve a blow job (not from us, but you know). Ah, precious times!”
She said it cracked her up and that totally made my day. They were indeed the best of times. My two dear friends are now based on separate coasts when they’re not globe-trotting, with me grounded, stuck in the middle. But I look forward to a time when we can get together, raise a glass or five, and get caught up on our inappropriate stories and twisted life philosophies.
Dez, guessing they’re not going to show you this one.
At Least They're Committed 
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