My Sister from Another Mister

Not really, but it sounded good yes?

I'm a lucky girl. I don't travel in a girl-pack like the young uns do, but I have a couple of girlfriends that I adore and love to spend time with.

One of them is the lovely Reechie. I met her on the job about, OMG can it be 18 years ago??? We worked together for several years and then I quit the job to open a consignment store in my small town.

She came in with some stuff one Saturday, we had lunch, and a friendship for real started up.

Over the course of the next years we discovered that although we LOOKED as though we might not have anything in common we had the most complete and random set of things that the two of us did identically.

Our talks were always peppered with, "OMG - are you kidding me? I sort my undie drawer by type with the descending color-scheme starting with lightest to darkest too! OMG - what? You love daisies? Obsessively? OMG - you laugh like a hyena and break the sound barrier at the same time? Love you"!

Over the years we would show up at events with nearly the same thing on. And we had not talked about what we would be wearing. We would shop separately and call each other to talk about what we had bought only to find out the other had the same thing.

We had the same leather coat, the same Coach handbag. One Christmas we exchanged gifts with each other only to find out we had given the same, identical, Coach lipstick holder to each other. In red. I'm not fibbing.

When these things would happen we would start laughing in our hyena-way, attracting all kinds of looks. I love this girl!

So, this past weekend we had a girl's day and sleepover at her house. Had the loveliest time checking out holistic health stores, antique stores, and natural food stores. Then we went to her house to watch movies, drink wine, make a delicious dinner, and look at all the booty we had bought that day.

She went into her cupboard and pulled out this.

I started squealing like a little girl at a rock concert, stuttering and hollering, "OMG Reechie. I have the same freaking thing for all my damn vitamins and crap."

Can you even believe?

I'm sure all of you guys are thinking, "Why do I care about this"? and you'd be right. Maybe you have to be in our heads, but every time this happens we just stare at each other and say, "How did Mom not know she had another daughter"?

Connections are made. Friends are found. Aren't we all so lucky?