Tapioca Everybody!

I've been lucky enough to have had the same best friend since third grade.  Well, I guess technically there was a brief period in 4th grade where we must have been pretty thick with Liz S. too, since at the end of the year the three of us recieved the "3 Musketeers" candybar award.  And then there was the time during freshman year at BYU where she lived in the dorms and I still lived at home and it caused a sort of unspoken competition about who was having the better year.  But for most of the rest of our growing up, I think that we were basically known as AnnaandJennette....or was it JennetteandAnna....or was it just ConnectedattheHip.  Whatever. She's been a pretty awesome Buddyol'Pal over all of these years; if you like me, then you'll loooove Anna.

But to go where I want to go with this story I'll have to admit all of our nerdiness now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of it; in fact, I hope that my daughters grow up as sweet and square and innocent as we were.  What it means is that we spent plenty of weekend nights not interested in fashion or shopping or magazines, but watching classic musicals or Doris Day movies or Room With a View.  That we listened to CCR or Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, or the Mamas and the Papas, or (yes, I'll admit it) Enya, and made dozens of mix tapes.  That we thought we were hysterical to dress up as "F-Chicks" (you'll have to be from Provo), or for making epithets out of "Chang Kai Shek" or "Mao Tse Tung." That we would break curfew for rebellious activities like taking down political campaign signs off of one person's lawn and then putting them on someone elses' (or all of them on our AP English teacher's). That we thought it would be cool to marry twins and then share one big backyard with a joint pool. That we went to plenty of plays and concerts and art exhibits, but that we saw The Cutting Edge at least four times in the theater.  That we worked at Sundance and never once used the free employee season ski passes we had. And that we decorated our shared freshman year locker with pictures of Europe clipped from travel brochures and then spent lots of time planning about how we could get to see Prince Edward Island and Washington, DC and New York City and London together.  Oh, and, that neither of us liked sports.....or dogs.

Well, we did make it to DC and NYC and London together, but we didn't marry twins.  (At least we married from the same genre of guy--the hiking, skiing, biking, not-into-following-major sports, wants to drag us to the WARPed tour, smart science-nerd genre.)

She is still the first person I call when there's trauma in motherhood, or frustration in politics, or a fabulous find in food, or a tidbit to gossip.   And she is stil--far and away--the only person I can unequivocally trust with a movie recommendation.

So tonight, when Max cooked his own fried egg (from start to finish, all by himself) and when eating it said, "This is delish!,"  I knew that he got that phrase from me.  And I knew that I got it from Thoroughly Modern Millie.  And I knew that of the many times I've watched that movie, that most of those times I watched it with Anna.  And I felt lucky once again to have had such a terriff friend.