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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

File this under Dysfunction

There are two kinds of friends. The kind that hear that your voice is shot, ripped raw, and flinch, telling you to stop talking, maybe even offer you a cup of hot tea to soothe your throat. Then there is the kind of friend who hears you straining to speak and suddenly has sixteen questions that require detailed answers and couldn't possibly be answered with a nod of the head.

It seems I have the latter. In multitude.


Laura Jayne said...

So tell me more about your life...

Just teasing... now be quiet.


Cat said...

hehehe Laura Jayne's comment!

Hope ya feel better soon!

The Real Gal said...

Hmmmm......very interesting. Like the concept and truth in both "these" friends. Thanks for sharing!