So there’s this girl I know..

I’ve known her for, oh.. a couple of years now?  Maybe.  Somewhere around there.  She came to work in my building not long after I was hired in as a real certified employee.  She sat with these other women, and I really didn’t have any interaction with her.

Then there was a huge organizational shakeup.  Didn’t really affect me, but she ended up working for a guy that I had worked with.  So when I came to visit him, I also would visit with her.  And it turned out we had a lot in common.

Basically, it was that we hated stupid people.  And they were abundant.

So I started hanging out in her office.  And we both discovered we had a love of food and dieting.  And makeup.  And jewelry.  And she became, very often, a refuge and a sounding board.

Eventually, someone else noticed how incredibly fabulous she was and she got hired into a better position that also involved her working far away from me.  And then Sushi began.  Sushi was not just a food for us; it was a time to heal, a time to laugh, and most definitely a time to bitch.

Things have changed in our lives tremendously since we’ve met, and she’s never stopped amazing me with how incredibly fabulous she is.  She has a killer smile, with great skin and kickin’ curves, and she’s quite the rockstar.

She also makes a mean baby quilt.

Today, she worked crazy hard to throw me a baby shower at work, while spending every night up at the shop helping Bryan get a set together.  Her continuing and unending energy never fails to amaze me, and she has no idea how incredibly awesome I think she is.

She is SUPER awesome.