The Friendship Bracelet


I’m NOT very good at asking for help. Oh, I ask the kids to feed the dog, change the cat litter, pick up the wet towels or take out the garbage…which becomes more of a DEMAND…especially, after asking for the 3rd or 4th time…DAMMIT!

Asking someone (especially, another mom) to do me a solid, not so much (a.k.a. a favor, do me a solid is a phrase I first heard in 1991 on an episode of Seinfeld called “The Jacket”, look it up youngins!).

Long story, short (because, this WAS supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday post and, well, since you’re already here and everything): yesterday was a bad day and I was feeling more than just a lee-tull overwhelmed with worry…more than usual, what with living in a houseful of teens, I mean…about ALL the things.

My health…this kid…my husband, Garth (not his real name)…that kid…our finances…oh, and those other kids…DAMMIT…how many kids do I have, again?!?

It’s like walking around with a rabid, zombie-like mutant gerbil or hamster, because I can NEVER remember which is which, so I’m going with a germster or a hambil, constantly gnawing at my brain and even the voices in my head are all like…we’re outta here…PEACE-OUT!!!

Aaaaand, this is the part where you should start feeling REALLY GOOD about yourself, you’re welcome.

Even longer story, short (too late to turn back now, just a few run-on sentences more, promise!) I was texting with a very good friend of mine earlier today and was ***this close*** to letting her in on ALL the things.

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And then I didn’t.

Because, I am NOT very good at asking for help and EVEN WORSE at admitting that I cannot stand my ownself…when feeling like this…let alone subjecting a really good friend to the germster (or hambil) because everyone has some sort of suckage they’re dealing with, right?!?  RIGHT?!?

Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.  So, I texted her:

Trying really hard not to feel overwhelmed, at the moment.

Less than a minute later, she texted me back:

I’ll talk you down at lunch.

Then, I remembered about the friendship bracelet (the one SHE gave me), put it on and then I texted her back: 

You already have.

Oh, and I just remembered something that I am really very good at it: making up or using words that do not exist, like frexting: when friends text you down from off of the ceiling.

Stupid germsters, dumbass hambils.

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4 responses to “The Friendship Bracelet”

  1. Melisa Avatar

    *checking finances to see if I can afford the house next to yours*
    <3
    Love you, sistuh.

  2. Liz@ThisFullHouse Avatar

    Then we would NEVER get ANYTHING done, let alone ALL the things 😉  Love you back, Melisa <3

  3. Momo Avatar

    I’m getting all WEEPY! Friends rule. Some friends rule more than others, though.

  4. Liz@ThisFullHouse Avatar

    As do you, Momofali ♥

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