Friends in High Places

On Monday, I had the delightful experience of visiting my good friend and her husband and daughter in their new house in the nearby 'burbs and enjoying a meal there (and some wine, naturally). The friend in question, Frau Doktor, is one of my best friends and certainly my oldest one; nonetheless, I felt some degree of trepidation in revealing the fact of this blog to her (not unlike Arabella's when she "came out" to her friends), but the wine helped.

Fortunately for me, she was intrigued, having earlier gotten into the Finslippy and Dooce loops, and she eagerly asked me all kinds of questions, and even included Booby in her queries, since he is also a rather prolific blogger in his way. Then he and I harangued each other (as is our wont) about our differing blog styles; he prefers a breezy, fun, non-intimate tone, while I would unthinkingly invite you all into my boudoir without a second thought to discuss tampons and sex toys, because the concept of my enemies or even people I mildly dislike using such information for nefarious ends is just unthinkable to me. Or, perhaps more correctly, thinking about it hurts my head, so I don't think about it. So far the count is Three (count 'em, 3) blog posts he has suggested gently, asked nicely or demanded stridently that I remove. And I guess I love him, because I've honored his requests each time.

But I digress. Frau Doktor was kind enough to read my blog (after a near miss with her soul after my mistakenly routing her towards a Bible Study page) and even offered me praise on my writing and my acerbic wit (which of course, I didn't lap up like a greedy dog or anything). The bottom line here is that she is an amazing and dependable friend, and I'm lucky to have her. It is my fervent wish, also, that she decides to start a blog so you can all see how cool she is. Time will tell.

Will post photos of her adorable daughter upon my return home!