People who knew Delle and I when we were younger.. back when we were mortal enemies.. were often surprised we didn’t get along.  Well, scratch that.. people who know us NOW.. being best friends for years now.. are often surprised we ever hated eachother. 

What it took us awhile to learn is that there is a chromosome.. a gene, if you will (and spare me, you biologist/chemist/scientology freaks who are gonna tell me that a chromosome and a gene are two different things).. that the Lloyd and Brown women share.  It makes us cynical, right ALL the time, and just generally fantastic.

Case in point: I had the following conversation with someone through text messages.  And without telling you, you would never know if it was between myself and Delle, myself and Jenni, or myself and Delle’s older sister Carolyn.

Them: Wine and gold?  Why don’t the bridesmaids wear cheerleader outfits and the groomsmen wear padding?  Wine and gold, Sarah, really?  ROLL TIDE is what that screams.

Me: It’s as far as I’ve gotten.  And it’s likely to change.  Calm down.

Them: Wine and gold are NOT Sarah colors.  Think of your hair, woman!  Redheads and wine do NOT work.

Me: Actually, I wear wine very well.  And need I remind you.. I’ll be in WHITE.

Them: Yes, you’ll be in white, I’ll be wine, and PJ and I will stand next to eachother and talk about how badly your hair clashes with your own wedding.

Me: Wow, I’ve changed my mind.  You’re now wearing gold lame.  Tread lightly or you’ll be wearing burgundy spandex before it’s all over.

Them: Down, Bridezilla, down!

I love ‘em.