Get Well Soon!

A million, billion, zillion years ago my dear friend Kiki had meningitis and nearly kicked the bucket.  The reason I know she nearly died is because her fiancé called and said, “I don’t think she’s gonna make it.”  For him to call me meant the situation had gone to DefCon 5.

Right then, I knew she was going to live.  Don’t ask me how, but I knew.  Plus, I wanted to ridicule her hubby-to-be for being such a drama queen.   A few days later when the fog lifted, her mom let me talk to her on the phone.

In the teeniest of whispers, she squeaked, “Michael.  I.  Am.  So.  Thin.”  And then she added a totally inappropriate “Ha!” to the end of it.  Even though my dear friend Kiki had nearly bit it — she took the opportunity to revel in her sudden weight loss.  And despite weakness and a state of delusion, she found solace in rubbing my face in it. 

Now that’s a good friend.

Not to be outdone of course, I sent flowers to her house on the day she was released from the hospital.  It took a village getting her home.  Technically, she was still bed-ridden.  When she arrived, there was my fab-u-lous bouquet sitting on the stoop.  It was a gorgeous arrangement … to announce her arrival. 

I had gone out of my way to ensure I sent the perfect card.  So perfect, I didn’t even bother to sign my name.  On the card was written one simple word:

“Faker!”

To this day, it remains the funniest thing I think I’ve ever done.  And yesterday Kiki and my good friend Donnie trumped my ace by sending it back to me.  Stupid stroke.

My friends make me proud to call them my friends.

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