Yesterday, a few girlfriends and I took a BADLY needed mental health day off. We loaded up the boat with some drinks, snacks, cd's, and off we went to the river. All kids were accounted for for the entire day, no curfews for the mommies! It was a beautiful day, no traffic on the water. It was perfect.
Until.
We went to move from one location where we had stopped, to another to pickup another girlfriend, and uh, oh. No GO! Batry dead, as we say here. Thus began the odyssey of the return trip. I will summarize thusly: 6 episodes of being towed, 411 attempts to crank a dead batry ('cause dammit, Tammy is no quitter), $20 cash, and a gas can that the 2 guys could have easily split with but didn't (bless you Brandon wherever you are), multiple cases of indecent exposure (and a few of them weren't even Amy!), and some minor trespassing. Greater fun could not have been had!
I was reminded yesterday again how very, very special friends are. I think we can take them for granted if we are not careful because they are just there. But we need to nurture each other and our friendships more. These are the women who are there for me. And I hope I have been and will continue to be there for them. Our spouses are awesome, no doubt, but these relationships need attention sometimes too. Even if they do have to come tow us out of the river in the dark!
