Time Well Spent

Look to your right. No, your other right - below my picture, where it says, "About the Blogger." If you know me in person, you know I am definitely not a tall, pretty blonde. What you might not know is that woman really exists. She's my friend and often-times roommate, Chrissy.

No Joke.

Chrissy is really her nickname. Her friends nick-named her after Chrissy Snow, the character from the show Three's Company. I know, many of you are in your twenties and have no idea what I'm talking about. Go ahead, google it. We'll wait. 

It has always been my lot in life to be friends with someone taller, thinner and prettier than I. Always. It's a role to which I've become accustomed. But Chrissy is....different. Spending time with her is like time spent with no one else. 

It occurred to me the other night that sharing some of my Chrissy stories with you would make for a good blog read. I had this thought as she leaned over and tried to change the station on a TV on the wall at the gym using the audio controller attached to my treadmill. 

Why would she think that an audio controller would change the station of a TV? And why on earth would she leap to the conclusion that the one attached to my treadmill would have more control than, oh, say the one attached to hers? Those are the sort of questions you ask yourself a lot when you hang out with Chrissy. 

Make no mistake - I love her. She drives me absolutely nuts sometimes, but she's my best friend. She's more than a friend, really. She's like a sister to me. If it wasn't for her and her kids, I honestly don't think I'd be alive right now. So, any fun I make at her expense will be just that - fun. Besides, she could embarrass me right back if she wanted.

And I really do make sarcastic comments about her shoes. All the time. Mostly about how they often don't match her purse. Drives. Her. Crazy.