Yes, We Are Crazy

Mich and I have a strange connection, one that allows us to grasp what the other is thinking when no one else can or to say a word or phrase which can convey a whole conversation between us, such as "should-haves." It is eery how we can deal with situations 800 miles apart and know what the other would say in that situation. And then there are the times when we are polar opposites, yet it is so typical of our relationship. We recently had two conversations that had us in stitches.

We were discussing my January visit to Florida for the Volusia/ Flagler Genealogy Seminar. I mentioned the need to register Mich for the seminar, in which she quipped, I didn't think about going to the seminar.My deflated ego had me remarking that I didn't realize she wanted to visit the beach in January. (This is a joke between us because the southern gal can't forgive me for moving among the Yankees.) I figured since she was driving the 3 1/2 hours to get me to the seminar that she would attend the sessions. She laughed and said she hadn't thought that far in advance but that she wanted to see me present. It cracked me up that we think so differently, with me once again planning and Mich being the free spirit I drag along.

This was followed by Mich remarking that she was visiting family in Birmingham during Labor Day weekend. I exclaimed, you do know I will be at the FGS conference in Birmingham. Mich responded, yeah but that's at the end of August. After some calendar reviewing I convinced her that we were in Birmingham at the same time. I have to wonder if she did this to make me laugh.

Then last night, Mich told me about the baby frogs seeking shelter at the library during the tropical storm. As soon as the doors opened to let people in, a dozen or more baby frogs hopped into the building, but due to their size, some were being stepped on. Mich said she kept saving the frogs and releasing them back outside. But the funny moment occurred when she was caught by a patron while telling the frog in her hand that she was helping it. The patron gave her an odd look.

This is too funny because I told her about running into laundry guy (Becky's neighbor) and how he stopped to play with Bartle. As LG said goodbye, I tugged on the leash and commented to Bartle, tell him thank you. LG gave me a strange look, which I thought nothing of considering he'd previously asked me for a doggy play date at 10:30 pm and he's a freaky exhibitionist, but it dawned on me that he must have thought that I truly expected the dog to talk. I'm sorry but pet owners talk to their pets. We don't expect responses, it just becomes natural to hold your end of the conversation.

Here's the truth about why Mich and I are such awesome friends ... we're both crazy!