So, I have the friend named Jenny.
(You may also hear my refer to Jenny as JenSquare, JenJen, and/or The Little JenJen That Could)
(what friends don't pose for pictures on condemned bridges in rural Oklahoma?)
I've mentioned her on this blog before, because she's kind of the greatest.
We like to have fun and be ridiculous.
For instance - on one of my trips to DC to visit Miss Jenny, we re-enacted could-be moments from Nicolas Cage movies. (Mainly the National Treasures)
(We had just found a really important clue, but as soon as Jenny tried to grab it, the lion statue started to move due to a trap that Benjamin Franklin placed inside the statue (because he loved lions. And America))
Anyhow, her birthday was on Monday, so I decided to dedicate a post to her today.
I know what you're thinking: "Umm, if her birthday was on Monday, why are you just now writing a post about her?"
Well, because I wanted to spread the birthday joy around.
Back to Jenny.
I've known Jenny for almost 10 years (which is just insane). She introduced me to Cafe Good Stuff, Downton Abbey, and DC. She used to carry a pocket Constitution with her wherever she went. She will always quote Anne of Green Gables, You've Got Mail, and The Devil Wears Prada with me.
I've visited her in DC three times, met up with her in NYC one time, and we've spent countless hours being ridiculous/chatting/talking/dreaming/all of the above.
Fun fact: Jenny and I pretty much think and do the exact same things at the exact same time.
It never fails.
It happens with everything. We'll say the same thing at the same time. We both purchased new purple Essie nail polish on the same day without knowing it.
One time, when on completely separate trips, we both booked the same flight from Houston to OKC. And those examples are just the tip of the iceberg.
Final picture: shredding on Guitar Hero. Because, duh.