The Arkansas comes out when she talks. The Arkansas comes out when I drink a bit and talk (my people left the state a generation ago to move to the civilized north–in Missouri).
She’s funny, sweet and a wee bit twisted. I’m twisted, funny and a wee bit sweet.
Our mothers both thought they’d be a little creative in the spelling of our names–and for the record, I want it noted, that at age 42, I am STILL the oldest K-E-R-I “Keri” I have ever met. I set the trend, dagnabbit!
We are both mothers of sons. We will both be The Mother-In-Law.
When I hit that stage, Keri will nod at me indulgently across the table in the bar as I speak my mind.
When she hits that stage, I will say, “See? I told you so.”
And as sure as my bathrobe is ratty and gray, I know those moments will come for us. Some of my life-friends are so different from me, I think, “Thank you, God, for opening my eyes to this big world.”
And some life-friends are so eerily similar I think, “No need to hit me upside the head with a two-by-four, God. I get it. I will share my cookie with her.”
What about you? Do you have friends who seem to have stepped right out of the parallel universe next door?
UPDATE! I am clearly the dorky evil twin, because I forgot one of the best things! Keri Ford just sold to Carina Press, which makes us both Carina Press authors (and I believe we’re even sharing the same fabulous editor.) Nifty, no?