It's funny how you can know someone for years on end and never really get a true read on them, isn't it?
You know, like that guy at work who's super-friendly Tuesday morning but doesn't acknowledge you on Friday afternoon.
Or the gal from the PTA who snubs you at the open house ... then offers you free tickets to see "Maroon 5" when she unexpectedly can't go.
Um, what now?
And, yes, please, I'll go watch Adam Levine sing for two and a half hours. Shoot, I'll watch him stand in place silently for two-and-a-half hours? I digress.
Worst, though, is that person in your life who acts like he/she completely adores you -- boasts of how treasured you are as a friend -- then, on the QT, and completely whilst you're unaware, slides you under the bus faster than a teenager sucks down a Venti Cold Foam Cappuccino from Starbucks, you dig?
Thank goodness for the real deal friends. The tried-and-true ones; whether you've known them for 41 years or six months. Some are related to you by blood. Others, just by feels. You know the ones.
They stand by you through it all: happy or sad -- heavy or thin -- youthfully ignorant or old and crotchety -- totally calm or absolutely hysterical -- looking your best or smack dab in the middle of a full-on ugly cry, yo. ALL OF IT. Capisce?
Those are the ones you grab hold of in a Vulcan nerve pinch --lovingly, natch-- and just never let go.
So grateful for the Peeps who keep my world spinning on its axis. MWAH and a bazillion to infinity thanks to you all (and you know who you are!).