She has saved me a fortune in therapy bills

My friend Gulley has been my closest friend since we first met in college over fifteen years ago. She was a freshman and lived in the dorm (or the “D” as we called it so it wouldn’t sound so dorky). I was a sophomore and lived in an apartment off campus. We were both Diamond Darlings (bat girls for the baseball team at Texas A&M) and bonded over dinner at our Christmas formal where we were competing for who had the worst date. I promise you I won, hands down, because my date was wearing a sweater vest and that’s the best thing I can say.

Together we survived our wild college days, graduated, moved to different cities, met the men we ended up marrying (neither of whom wears sweater vests), and are now blessed enough to be raising our kids together because we live less than 2 miles away from each other.

If one of us hasn’t called the other by 10 a.m. it’s because it’s either a weekend morning so we’re spending quality time with the family or the phones aren’t working. I don’t even want to talk about the phone bills we ran up back in the days we lived in separate cities and long distance wasn’t free.

So that’s who Gulley is and I’ll be referencing her quite a bit because y’all she is funny and various members of her family could be a blog entry all by themselves. My husband’s friends make fun of me because for the last 10 years that I’ve known them I’ll start a story with “My friend Gulley says…” and they’re like “yeah, we know you have a friend named Gulley”.

Now at this point in my blogging dynasty, I’m sure most people reading know exactly who Gulley is, but there’s a little background for y’all that don’t know “my friend Gulley”.