Today marks a very important day in my life.
My best friend since I was born is turning 21.
I think I may be more excited for her to turn 21 than I am for me to turn 21.
No, sorry, I'm not.
But I am super excited!
She has been there for me through everything.
And believe me, we have had our fair share of ups and downs.
She was the first person I had a slumber party with.
And now we will be celebrating our birthdays together.
We went to prom freshman year together.
Every Christmas (except one year because I had to freaking work at McDonalds and I was not about to show up in that uniform smelling like fry stank) we take a picture together at church
She ... umm.... I don't know....
We tried our hands at being gangster for awhile
She still thinks she is.
I grew out of that stage quickly.
She won prom queen junior year and I was so excited for her
We ran track together.
That's a lie.
I laid around and socialized.
I taught her to dance.
I tried to stay away when she danced.
We went to senior prom together
Every time we were on a bus, she fell asleep like this.
Or on the floor.
She was there when I tried my first corn dog at a shit hole in the wall.
And I've been hooked ever since.
I was there for her first strike in bowling.
Okay, maybe not her first strike ... and maybe she is actually falling in this picture
I'm there to remind her every time she steps out into the sun for more than five seconds to put on sun screen.
Or she turns out like this.
And we were there for when my little sister graduated high school.
Tomorrow night we will be out dancing and celebrating.
Friday night we will be doing some more celebrating.
Actually, I'll be driving her drunk ass around.
But she'll owe me.