Tuesday, February 1, 2011
This is Cagine. Yes, she has a proper name, but Cagine is fine and suits her! She is amazing. We've been friends since her girls were almost ready to be born and we lived on the same base. Originally we were cautious friends because of the whole She-Ex business (it was a complicated few months lol!) and then we got to be besterest friends. She is a top bird. When Rich died, I didn't want to tell her until it was too late for her to drive here from the Welshlands where she lives (which is all her fathers fault) because I didn't want her to drive in shock and upset and have an accident. However, had I have had access to a Transporter, and to appropriate Star Trek personnel to work it, I'd have had her here like a shot. She covered my kitchen cabinets in post it notes with such sensible phrases as "Jaffa cakes are the answer" and how snotty crying was "uber unattractive". She understands the need to make cow noises every now and again, she knows how much tea should be made available in IV drips, and she hates the fact I dip toast in tea. And that I taught her children to do it at a very young age.
I'm godmother to her wonderful twins, will be reading at her fabulous wedding, and am deeply grateful to God for my friend.