To ‘we three’

Widdleshamrock and Bettina form the other sides of my online coven. I tend to call us “We Three”

We’re not some “Leave it to Beaver” type of girly friendship. We would gladly say,

“Yep, your ass looks big in that. Did you swallow a fecckin’ hippo?”

*giggles* The three dirtiest words said on a 1960’s sitcom were said by June Cleaver in abovementioned show. They were:

“Gee Ward. You were pretty hard on the Beaver last night”

Oops, I digress…

I have Bunny on the mind.

Back to the axis of evil, “we three”

We don’t email each other with the latest recipe for ‘roadkill stew’ and how to folk art your toilet paper in three easy lessons.

We get steamed, we get bitchy, one of us has a penchant for knee-capping and blue gloves (that’s another story)

We’ve told each other to fuck off, piss off, get over yourself, and all the assorted ‘up you’ comments. We can – because we’re friends. We can get over that schitt, brush ourselves off, and move on – because we’re friends.

A friend has no problems saying,

“Pull your head out of your ass”

And a friend knows when a cyber hug is all that is needed.

A friend just knows… “We Three” know.