All growed up...

This morning at 7:45am my celly rang. It was my best friend...The Amba. I was ironing my clothes for work, watching Good Morning America, she was on her way down the hill to attend a conference for work about Cultural...Something. She was drinking a Mocha, wearing a collared shirt and calling me on a cell phone. We commented about how grown up we've become...And then we reverted back to our smart ass selves. She began yelling, "Time is Money, People!" at the Acura that was slowing her down, and then we began making stupid crude jokes about things that really aren't funny. Not unlike junior high kids, and it occurred to me we'll always be the same, even with the collared shirts and responsible tasks. I love that and I love her. Cheers to best friends.