About 20 years ago, my best friend B and I lay sprawled in her bedroom floor, taking turns pausing the Paula Abdul cassette in the boom box (oh yes, the "boom box". We had all the street cred you would expect from two white girls growing up in rural Arkansas). We wanted to learn all the words to the spoken part in the middle of "Cold-Hearted Snake", and we spent a full two hours devoted to the task.
And to this day, those profound words stay with me: "How can–how can–he keep on a’ tellin–tellin you that you were always–always–number–number–one without a doubt…."
I tell you this story to assure you that my friend B is capable of very great things.
No one was more pleased than I when she finally started a blog, The Queen B. It’s just as funny as I knew it would be, including jewels of wisdom such as
See? Good stuff (and I’m not just saying that because she could totally blackmail me with info about my teenage years). When you have time, head over there and welcome my dear old friend to the blogosphere.