I had the best phone conversation with a friend last night. At one point we were laughing so hard we were crying. Bonding over thick thighs and protruding butts was just what the doctor ordered. K, one of my bestest besties, (I know neither are real words - I've notified Webster's with no success) has asked me to be the matron of honor in her wedding next year. Normally, I decline all of these offers - I've only been in one that wasn't my own and it cost me more money than I could fathom and that didn't include the gift. But this is K; she was my maid of honor and she is so excited to have a real wedding that I cannot help but be over the moon for her; plus she wants hot pink dresses - so how can that be bad? LOL - they may or may not make a movie out of us.