The other night, my friend, Sarah, and I were having one of our late night messaging sessions. At least five nights a week, we’re either on the phone or messaging . . sometimes for hours . . and I wonder why I don’t get anything done!
We were talking about German chocolate cake and how much we like it and I said . . I have a friend whose mom is German. I’m going to write her and see if her mom has a good recipe. Then Sarah said . . hmm . . I don’t think German chocolate cake is really German! Too late . . I had already sent a message to my friend.
Sarah sent me this . . along with more info so I had to write my friend back and say “Nevermind!”
Then, I said . . next thing you’re going to tell me is that French fries aren’t really French. I did remember hearing that but didn’t remember all the details.
Yep, she googled it and sent me this.
I said . . please don’t tell me there’s no Santa Claus but she said she knew Santa was real so we were both ok on that question.
If someone had told me even 20 years ago that my friend from first grade and I would be discussing German chocolate cake, French fries and Santa Claus at midnight when we were grandmas, I wouldn’t have believed it! But we were . . oh, the things we discuss. We have really covered some interesting topics in the past 50 years. We used to have long conversations on the phone after our dates. It’s good to have a great friend . . just wish we lived closer together.
Here’s a funny story I’ve probably told on here before. Chad was probably 6 or 7 . . it was the year I had the flu and thought I was going to die. Sarah called and I wasn’t very talkative but she talked for a while. I told her my throat was so sore, it hurt to talk but I could listen. No long after we got off the phone, probably after 1 a.m., my doorbell rang and I about had a heart attack. It was Sarah bringing me dill pickles and popsicles. She told me to eat a dill pickle while eating a popsicle. She said it was something about the sour and sweet combination that would help my throat. I can’t even remember if it worked . . just remember her showing up at my door and scaring me half to death.