Moobs in Memphis

~ This blog post is dedicated to my BFF ~

Have you ever laughed so hard, you cried? Or peed? Or ended up with a terrible pain in your side? Or ab cramps? Or possibly even…wait for it… sharted? Yes, sharted! Haven`t you seen Along Came Polly?  “Best man is in the house!”...one of the best movie lines + wipeout…EVER! I peed myself laughing just thinking about it then I was laughing so much, I SAOMS (Spit All Over My Screen)! You really need to see that movie so you can laugh with me (and to find out what "sharted" means because I'm not explaining it in my blog!). Well, I’m lucky to have so many funny people in my life who constantly make me laugh...from family to friends to colleagues to even myself…yes, I make myself laugh…pathetic, I know!

I hope you are all so lucky to have as much love and laughter as I have in my life.

Some of my fondest memories involve laughter. I especially relish (not the kind you put on a hot dog!) those moments in the wee hours of the night/morning when I have a laugh attack with my best friend. We either go to bed laughing or wake up laughing…it’s wonderful! It’s discombobulating though when you really need to get your (beauty) sleep…especially the night before a big day…like a wedding…when you just can’t stop laughing long enough to fall asleep! The night before my best friend’s wedding (not the movie; the actual event!), we were up until 3 or 4am giggling about diddly-squat but we still managed to get to the wedding on time :)

During one of our most recent sleepovers, we woke up at 5 or 6am and started talking and giggling (mostly giggling) and ended up on the subject of man boobs. I’m not sure how we got on that topic (probably talking about one of my ex-boyfriends!) but it had an unfortunate snowball effect…as the fatuous story was conceived, our laughter became pretentious. The end result was the following letter “written” to Dear Abby:

Dear Abby,

I’ve been happily married for 13 years and really love my husband. Over the last few years, he has gained a significant amount of weight mainly in his gut and chest but I still love him (even if he’s fat!). Lately, I find myself attracted to his man boobs.  Is this normal? I’ve even started referring to them as his moobs! Well, I was wondering…if I’m attracted to his moobs, does this mean I might also be attracted to boobs? Is it possible that I’m a lesbian? I feel so confused.

Signed,
Moobs in Memphis

FYI – we were completely sober when we “wrote” this letter. We were just being outrageously facetious and it is my hope that we didn’t offend any moob lovers out there!

My best friend has been away on vacation for two weeks (it seems like an eternity!) so I miss her like crazy (that explains this blog post!) but she’s back today (YAY!!!). I pretty much wrote this blog post as a homecoming gift.  Lucky her!  Hmmmm....I wonder if she reads my blog?

A few months ago, I found a book called P.S. What I Didn’t Say which is an anthology of unsent letters written by a bunch of women to their friends. What’s in the letters? Well, the title is self-explanatory. I hope my BFF knows how much she means to me. I can’t wait to give her a big hug when she gets home!!!

P.S. Don’t forget to tell the people who matter how much they mean to you :)

P.P.S. A special shout-out to S, T, R, R, P, C, J, D, H, S, N, P…the other special people in my life (who may or may not read my blog!). I hope I didn’t miss anyone but if I did, I’ll make it up to you in another blog post :P