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The People You Call At 7am

So my keys were totally in the diaper bag in the car that Kevin drove away in at 6:50am today on his way to take Charlie to Grandma's house.

Yep.

At 7:10 I be like "MY KEYS ARE IN THE CAR! AND IT BE THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL AND I CANNOT BE LATE BECAUSE ALL THE THINGS NEED TO BE DONE AND THIS WEEK I HAVE NO PREP TIME!!!" And at that point Kevin was far and away beyond turning around to help me, because he's a hunk and was getting our cute kid to his darling grammy.

So what do you do in a situation like that?

Well if you're me, you call up one of your VERY BEST girlfriends who happens to also be your next door neighbor, and you know something? She saves your hide. She puts in her contacts, meets you out front, and chatting it up with her on the way just is a really fantastic way to start the day. SHAY, YOU'RE A BABE! Thanks for saving my bacon.

And then during my lunch break, when you're thinking about driving home and realize "oh wait, no keys, no wheels, no ride..." And in a sort of distorted-stream-of-consciousness-comment you mention you probably need a lift, and your coworker looks next to you at the break room table with this look like "girl, I got you!" And then she goes completely out of her way to drive you home after work and you end up talking about all the best things to do in D.C. the whole way. ALI, YOU'RE ALSO A BABE! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Today I'm celebrating the people I know I can call at awkward times like 7am (or during my lunch break) that have my back. Thank you for being there when it's inconvenient, awkward, and needed. You're a big deal and I love you! <3


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