I have a friend...

The both of us married gorgeous men; one a farmer, the other a minister.
Omnipresent is a good word to describe the loves of our lives.
Sometimes she wants to run away, sometimes I do. We don't judge -- we understand how breakfast, lunch and supper can become less adventurous, more of a predicament.
We talk about Broadway in New York, alley cats in Italy and Island-martinis, high-heels and dancing all night as if we're still young.
My friend knows how important anti-wrinkle cream and hair-dye are and how devastating pineapple crowns can be.
I brew coffee and she bakes cinnamon apple pie.

I have a friend.