No, the furthest we ever got was nailing down the fact that she would have at least two children, the first of which would most definitely be a girl, I would have five children at least and our husbands would probably be members of NSync. As of this morning, we are completely off course. I'm not quite sure where we went wrong.
Oh how time flies.
One month ago we were playing together at her baby shower. I was telling her how cute her belly looked, and she was telling me that my shirt made my boobs look awesome. She made me try fish sauce and then I took about 100 pictures of her eating things, which was strictly against the rules. Then we both complained about back aches and swollen feet. Hers were legit, but frankly she was getting most of the attention anyway.
Seven years ago I told her that Matt had just proposed to me. We giggled and jumped around like the idiots that we were and reminisced about the time when we saw Devon Sawa naked in Now and Then.
Nine years ago we were working together at McDonalds. Both of us were dating one of our managers, cause really we're a little whorish like that. We'd goof off at work and create nicknames for one another based on the menu. I was a Big n Tasty. She was a Happy Meal. We both didn't get out enough.
Eleven years ago Matt took us both to the homecoming dance. I didn't want to go without her. So we went dress shopping and found the most 80's-tastic outfits we could find (hers was blue velvet) and then curled our hair and flopped it on top of our heads.
Fifteen years ago we lived in California. She hit me in the face with a hockey jersey and I pushed her through a window. We taped ourselves making up dances to Ace of Base. We accidentally got drunk at a Christmas party. We went to Vegas and dressed up as Princesses. She got mad because my boobs were big enough to fill out the dress. I got mad because her hair was thick and full and I was afraid mine was falling out.
Twenty years ago I was six and she was five. We played Tiny Toon Adventures and watched Eureka's Castle. I taught her how to do a cartwheel and she taught me how to swim. We both carried around stuffed teddy bears and pretended that they were our babies.
But now she's having a baby of the non teddy bear variety.
We've both grown up and I don't know where the time went.
Her hair still is thicker than mine.
But my boobs are still bigger.
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