One of my DSFs called yesterday. (DSF=dear sister friend)
The conversation went something like this:
DSF: I have a favor to ask you. Well, not really a favor. Okay, I guess it's a favor.
Me: You know I would do anything I possibly can for you.
DSF: Well, you know we're going to Ireland. And, we need to get some paperwork
taken care of (insert a lot of lead up to the favor), and well, if something were to ever happen to us, would you be willing to take the children?
Me: Of course. Absolutely. I'll tell the Captain. I mean I'll talk with the Captain, but of course he'll say yes.
DSF: Well, there's a little something else. See, we have some friends who have asked us to take their kids. One of them is from France. So if something happened to his parents, and to us, well, you would take him too.
Me: Of course we would.
DSF: Oh by the way, Dave (a family friend of hers) thinks it's weird that I would be friends with someone like you, someone who's always in a bad mood.
Me: I am not always in a bad mood.
DSF: I know, I told him that. He just reads your blog. But, I told him, you aren't in a bad mood.
Me: Good, because I'm not. Actually, I'm mostly only in a good mood, but I get aggravated by things. So, I let it out, and that way I stay in a good mood. The blog makes me happy, I like not having to filter. I'm happy.
DSF: I know, I told him that.
Me: I'm putting your birthday gift in the mail tomorrow.
DSF: Oooohhh, yay.
Me: It's a random assortment of stuff, I mean really random. But, you are a random assortment yourself, so it should be perfect.
DSF: (laughing) Yeah, I guess you're right. (People, I am sooooo right. It's one of the many reasons I love her.)
Me: So, I'm sending it tomorrow.
DSF: Thanks. You know, I was thinking. Your blog is, and I mean this in the coolest way possible, your blog is, well, it's like a trainwreck.
Me: (laughing) What?!? Are you serious?
DSF: Yeah, like a trainwreck, but in a good way. (I'm wondering if there is anything good about a trainwreck.) You know, it's like I just have to keep coming back to take a look. I hear something and I wonder what you will say about it. A good trainwreck.
Me: Thanks. (I think?) Okay, so we are a random trainwreck. Yep, that's us.
DSF: Yes we are.
Me: You know I have to blog about this, right?
DSF: I know. Love you girl.
Me: Love you too.
And that's how I came to wonder. Which is worse? Being the trainwreck or being the person crazy enough to leave your kids with the trainwreck? Hmmmm, I'm really not sure.
What do you think?