There’s a birthday girl in my house! And her name is Meredith!
Meredith likes cold ocean water. I don’t.
But that’s ok. We complement each other. And that’s why we’re good roomies.
Meredith opens doors so bats (which invaded the house but have since been exterminated) can exit. I am slowly teaching her to appreciate a good poop joke.
Meredith figured out the mess of cords that came with the TiVo. I mow.
Meredith buys me dried figs and mangos to make me feel all happy. I buy her Cadbury Creme Eggs.
Meredith knows I’ll always be 5-10 minutes late. I know she’ll always be 10-15 minutes early.
Meredith cleaned up my barf from the side of her car after I had a little too much wine one night. She also made sure I wasn’t dead when a bout of food poisoning almost sucked the life right out of me. I wash her water glass on a regular basis and bring her clementines for extra Vitamin C.
We’ve lived together for almost four years. We ride our bikes to the farmers’ market on Saturday mornings (and only occasionally get lost). We watch trashy television on Sunday mornings and call it “church.” Our house is a fun place.
Happy, happy birthday to my very favorite Meredith and one of my bestest friends in the whole world!
May we live together for so long that someone takes pity on us and lets us create a roommate registry at Target!
May 29 be a super great year filled with sleep and other fabulous things!