Best Friends - What would we do without 'em?

I'm only doing this because somebody got smart about it today-the fact that I haven't added to my blog lately. What can I say? That's what happens when you're only around 90%. So in response, I dedicate this post to my dearest, bestest friend.

Let me share a little about her. She cannot tell a lie. It makes her ill. No joke! She can keep a secret, even if it nearly kills her. I can share anything I want with her. I think Lance is the only person on earth who knows more about me than she does, and even then, it wouldn't be by much.

Even though her immediate family may not always think so, she is the BEST cook. Almost every good recipe I have came from her. To the embarassment of her husband, our family has become the place where her leftovers frequently end up, and we gladly take them every time. This week she shared some of her newly made raspberry jam. I ate so much if it, I made myself sick. One time, Chris was at their house and they had baked potatoes with broccoli and cheese for dinner. Before this, I could never get him to eat it, but after eating her's, hey, it's great stuff. Okay, enough - she's a great cook.

I wish I had her talent for creating beautiful spaces. Her home is gorgeous - inside and out. You go there and don't want to leave because it's such a comfortable place. She can put on quite a spread for a party, too. If she ever chose to go into catering or interior decorating...well Martha, get out of the way.

I got interested in quilting after seeing some of the quilts made by her. In fact, the first one I made would probably still be sitting around waiting to be quilted, if not for my wonderful friend. I took it over to her so she could work on it, and the next thing I know, the UPS man shows up at my house with a box from Idaho. She took it with her on a visit to her family, and they finished quilting it for me! Now there's a great friend.

Oh, one other story that will tell you about her personality. One year I decided to crochet some dish clothes for her, because I knew she loved the knitted ones. I didn't knit, so I did what I knew how to do. Anyhow, I made up a bunch of them for her. In my ignorance, I made them out of acrylic yarn, not cotton. I didn't figure out until much later that I had given her a bunch of totally useless dish clothes, but she never said a word. Just thanked me and used them in whatever way she could (if I remember correctly, one was used as a pad under a potted plant).

Speaking of thanking me, this woman is the most diligent person I know when it comes to sending a thank you card. I'm going to tease her just a bit here. Once, she and her husband were invited to a dinner party, and she had the thank you card in the mailbox before leaving that evening to go! Wow.

I could go on, but she's already thinking of diverse ways to retaliate. I didn't give her identity on purpose. I think a lot of you who read this will know who she is without a name, and anyone who knows her will agree with me about how great she is. Needless to say, when I grow up - I want to be just like her!