We’ve been friends for 10 years. What does that even mean? I still have a scar on my hand from when you convinced me to erase my skin… my mom was pissed! We’ve spent time growing together and growing apart only to find out that we both hate everyone from high school…kinda, college rocks…kinda, and to grow together again over Applebee’s margaritas. I love you so much and all of the craziness that comes with.