My good friend...

...has been very, very sick.

About six weeks ago we finally had to send her to the hospital. We have been e-mailing her and calling about her progress for the past four weeks.

Hoping beyond hope that she was on the mend and that she would pull out of her illness.

It was very touch and go for awhile. She had been ill for some time, a little over a year, and we just didn't have the heart to let her go for so long to recuperate,

it almost cost her her life.

While she was gone, I had to make a new friend. She came with me to a wedding, and we became instant buddies. Oh how I loved this new friend.

Her wide hips and fast ways, made me almost hope that my old friend would indeed die so that I could make this new lady my new best friend. It was fun to take a walk on the wild side.

Alas, I had to return the new friend to her best friend, and cope with my own loss and tragedy.

Until today.

I got the answer I have so desperately been waiting for.
With baited breath I opened the e-mail, knowing that either she hadn't made it, or she made it with a stack of bills that I would inevitably have to pay for.
With this economy, the prospect of that was terrifying.

But, I am here to tell you that today was a good day! She has fully recovered!

And her insurance company is paying for all of the medical bills, all I have to pay for is her cab fare and she'll be back home.

Oh how I cannot wait to kiss and hug on her and treat her right. Even if her hips are a little too boyish, I love her, and she and I have had many good times together. Here is to many more.

Welcome home Nik. Welcome home.