Every two years my office sends me south for a conference. It has been my extreme pleasure to stop in Seattle on the way home and spend a couple of days with my friend Lisa. Lisa and I have been friends now, oh, forever and a day (15 years). We are not the most likely people to grow attached to each other. She is thin, I'm...well, let it suffice to say that I am NOT. Lisa is amazingly talented in the musical department, I'm only mediocre. She is an extremely light and silent sleeper, while I sleep deep and "whiffle". She informed me that my "wiffle turned into a waffle" that last night and she tried to give me that devastating evil eye look she has so polished, but with her hair tousled and her sleepy look, I felt no threat what-so-ever! We both love reading though and exchange book ideas at every opportunity. She is my BFF!
Rich and Tom, our husbands, tend to look the other way when Lisa and I are together. They are left out of the private jokes, the hotel stay, long dinners and window shopping trips we share. They shake their heads when we return without packages from shopping and once again we explain it's not the shopping so much as it is talking and sharing.
The down side of our visit is leaving. After laughing and sharing for 48 hours solid, I miss her as soon as I get on the airporter (she hates goodbyes at the airport). Now it is emails and a stolen 45 minutes of telephone time if our families will allow. Carrumba! Only 23 more months, Lisa, and I'll be camping on your doorstep!
