My Sheryl Geeka

I love her. I do.

She is fabulous.

She makes me smile.

She makes me giggle.

How crazy is it that in the past few months I have found my soul sisters? Is that strange? I think it is. I have gone my whole life thinking that I had real true friendships. Not that I didn't. I am sure that my friends love me. But I have found Sheryl and Beanie. They are true friends.

I talk to Sheryl on the phone at least 4 times a day. And I HATE talking on the phone. But every time I see her number come up I smile. I smile because I know that I am going to giggle. I smile because I am going to hear her happy squeaky voice. And I know that even if she is calling me because something is wrong that I am going to be able to make her giggle too.

She thinks that I am weird. And I am. But I mostly love that she thinks that I am funny. It is nice to be funny. She gets me. And she will tell me if I am being ridiculous. She is fabulous for advice giving.

She forgets everything like me. She is unorganized like me. She loves the chaos like me. She loves her dog like me. She gets me and I get her. And I love my Sheryl Geeka!