|I am beloved in Ukraine. All those balloons? Totally for me.|
Anyway, Bestest Friend is extending her record streak of being 35 years old (and I'm extending my record streak of always being just a little bit younger than she is). She is the most amazing person, you guys. Wife, mother, Licensed Professional Counselor, civic booster, supporter of the arts, survivor of many a New England winter, lover of the Beatles and the Rutles.
|An important quality.|
My Precocious Daughter and Bestest Friend's Daughter (we call them the Godcousins) were born just about eight months apart. If you do the math, this means that on the day I called Bestest Friend in the hospital to congratulate her on becoming a mom, I also told her I had just found out I was pregnant. That's how we roll.
So, by way of wishing a Happy Happy HAPPY Birthday to this wonderful woman, I shall now relay the following anecdote.
Not long ago, I was telling PDaughter about the longstanding friendship between me and her godmother. Because I can't really relate some of the more, um, sensitive stories from our past (there's BB and SJDH and...well, if you have a Bestest Friend, you get the gist), I decided to sum up our friendship by saying, "Bestest Friend is like Mary Tyler Moore, and I've always been Rhoda."
|I'm not Jewish, and she's not Presbyterian, but otherwise.|
And my child - my beautiful, brilliant, way-too-perceptive-for-my-own-good child - looked at me and said, "You're not Rhoda. You're Phyllis."
|I'm what now?|
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
|Or she may be onto something. Whatever.|
Look, I gave up on being Mary a long time ago. But I don't know if I can be Phyllis.
And I completely understand that if you're not familiar with "The Mary Tyler Moore Show" and/or you don't know me IRL, you may be floundering just a tad right now. Trust me when I say, for me, and as someone of my age, this is AN EXTREMELY FREAKING IMPORTANT TOPIC.
But if you're in a position to have an opinion on the subject, please weigh in. Am I Rhoda, or am I Phyllis? Or am I Sue Ann Niven, which would be completely awesome if I thought I had any chance in hell of ever being Betty White.
Whatever the answer ends up being, it's still Bestest Friend's birthday, and I still love her with every fiber of my being. Happy Birthday, my dear, dear friend. No matter who the fuck I turn out to be, you are always and forever Mary Tyler Moore.
I love you, you magnificent bastard. <3 div="">3>