A Tribute.

We met in the most unlikely circumstances. And just like magic, we were the best of friends. Neither of us can recall how it happened, really. There was never a "let's be friends." "OK!" moment. All I can remember is the time she put her name in my phone as Amy Hotty. It has remained so to this day.

Today is her birthday. Adorned with four inch wedge shoes, a crown, and balloons, she traipsed around the hallways of AF High like the ruler of the world. She is, after all, a frumpqueen. Everyone and their g-ma knows this little woman. She is highly favored by men, the drama fiends, and even more men, but most importantly, she is highly favored by Me.

In less than one short year, we have conquered the world together. We've practically been to H and back, but somehow we've survived. Our day of parting as we move off to separate colleges will be one tragic day.

But until then....

Some of my fondest memories of me and my frumpqueen:

-HSM, duh.
-"Stop pushing me!!!!!!" (that little woman has got a mean scream. Lookout potential victims.)
-Introducing me to Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
-When she laughs at my Phyllis voice.
-"I'm. SORry." 
-Becoming her personal secretary.
-When she almost got ran over by a wheelchair in the "birth canal" hallway. "crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy!"
-Walking home to my house from the high school ("Welp. We better start walking. doo doo doo.... doo doo doo." Her look of surprise=priceless.)
-"I just want to trace the veins in your head. It's like you're a tree!"
-Digital photography when we were taking funny pictures and had a laughing attack.
-Day of H for Footloose (technically this happens on the 24 of this month, but seeing as I wrote this late, it makes sense.)
-Her obsession with my soft skin and boney body. (This one is completely awkward. nbd.)

The list goes on fore'er.

To my dearest frump: Happy 18th Birthday.