Oldness with rocking chairs and little people running around. Intercoms on the arm of the chair and we're neighbors.

Then a road trip with a dog and 2 freaks by themselves for a long period of time.

Married, but calling with troubles about their gay husbands and kids who are convicts.

Nights together partying at cool clubs and strip clubs, yelling "Shake it baby!" "i see you baby, shake that @$$"

Making innocent bystanders afraid of our non-chalantness.

Crying, or talking too much about guys. (it does a body good) it's good therapy.

Looking for prom dresses, then before you know it we are looking for wedding dresses!

Graduation

Calling about our rotten bosses, and how our lives suck (we already do that but it will be worse when we get older)

Begging and pleading to babysit to get away from it all once and a while. The conversation always ends with "I love ya"and the other says "yeah, yeah, I know".

Friday is Ladies Night Out.

Being a bad back seat driver when the other is driving.

We are each others lamaze coach and are holding each others hand yelling "Push, now damn it, Push!"