I Understand If You Can't Be My Friend After This...

I received a phone call from my bff, Wyn, this morning.

No light-hearted foreplay, just cut right to the chase.

(Wyn) "I have to tell you something. I've been trying to tell you for a while now, but I haven't been able to find the words. You're gonna be really mad."

(Me) "Okay...?"

(Wyn) "I understand if you can't be my friend after I tell you this, but I'm really sorry. This is really hard."

(Me) "Oh my gosh, just say it. It will be okay."

(Wyn) "I think I'm in love with...

(big dramatic pause)

your rotary cutter and mat."

What a dork! I lent her these crafty tools a few weeks back and had totally forgot about them. I only use them once every six months (Dutch costumes in May and Halloween costumes in October). Seriously?! I nearly had a heart attack.

(Wyn) "It's just the other day I was using it and proclaiming my love to it and it returned my love."

In a total subject change we found ourselves reminiscing about the dear beloved Honda Accords we both drove in a previous life.

By the end of the conversation we were daydreaming about Wyn cruising around in a early 90's Honda Accord EX with my rotary cutter and mat in the passenger seat. The sunroof is open and REO Speedwagon is heard blaring from the radio. "I just can't fight this feeling anymore. I forgotten what I started fighting for."

I love Wyn. I hope she never changes!