My BFF

So...why would any normal, sane, ordinary family venture out of the heat that is Metro Atlanta to the more intense heat of San Antonio? In June? It's not to see The Alamo. Or the River Walk. Or Cowboys. Or to eat Blue Bell ice cream. Did someone say ice cream? We came to visit my best friend, Cindy Sue.

We were thrown together as college roommates at the University of Georgia. In an unairconditioned dorm called Creswell. And we just clicked. And laughed. We laughed so much...about thing that we were the only ones to find funny. Like this picture. Which we thought was hilarious.

We had very different schedules in school. And every afternoon, I would come home from classes and Cindy was taking a nap on her bed. So, naturally, I had to take a picture. Which was immediately followed by another picture as she showed me a very rude gesture.

Cindy came home with me on weekends...and we brought all our laundry to my mom. I had Thanksgiving with her family in South Carolina...and again when her parents moved to Chicago. Here we are at the Hard Rock Cafe. Can you tell it was a little chilly out?

And after college...even though she moved to Florida...and then to New Mexico...we remained close. Talking sometimes daily. For an hour. About absolutely nothing.

We threw showers for each other when we got married and when we had babies:

We were co-conspirators maid/matron of honor at each other's weddings.And she is the fairy god-mother to both of my girls:

So...that is why an allegedly normal family would venture to "Africa hot" San Antonio. In June. Because sometimes talking and laughing on the phone is just not enough.