It was Michele.
She couldn't sleep.
She was so upset that I had "yelled" at her during my last post and was both upset and laughing hysterically. She was so worried, even remarking at one point that she "didn't want to lose my friendship over this." She said this while laughing but actually sounded worried about it. I reassured her that she was stuck with me to the end and there isn't anything she could do that would make me walk away from her. I've never heard her in such a state and while we were both laughing hysterically, there was real concern in her voice, which only made me laugh more.
We later discovered that she's pre-menstrual. Um, yeah.
This is the thing with our friendship-we have always been brutally honest with one another and can say anything, always knowing that we are safe in our love and friendship. And Michele has remarked to me more than once that she loves commenting on my blog, trying to get a rise out of me and my conservative friends. She knows my friends here. She loves them. But she's always looking to say the thing that hasn't yet been said. And I love her for it.
She has also, as long as we've been friends, been extremely frustrated with me whenever I spout off about my weight. And she's right. Her motto is "stop complaining and do something about it!" But as I explained to her late last night, my review of the show wasn't about my personal battle or my body issues; I really just thought it was a fun show. Which she now knows. We had a good laugh at the whole thing.
So to you, my brief blogging audience, I officially apologize for the use of the word "piss" and want to make known that I adore Michele completely as she does me. And for the record, don't ever take anything I say on this blog seriously!
Love you Mich!