Jodie + Jodie = Love

Above is a photo of the author, right and the sister Jodie, stage left. I know Jodie occasionally reads my blog, like she needs to know what my mind is up to when I only speak to her about four millions times a day.

Rare in this world do you meet someone that you pretty much experience the biggest moments of your life with be it marriage, children, husbands, friends, hard times, good times and all those times in between and even rarer still do you meet someone that you can talk continuously too non stop from Sydney to L.A to New York then spend a few weeks talking then get back on the plane and talk NY to LA to Sydney non stop and then some.

We have seen and done it all and every now and then we find out something new about each other and it excites us no end.

Yes I hate marzipan and have a sick fascination for doors I am a klutz and am incapable of holding too many bags without tripping I also potter around anywhere from between 30 minutes to an entire day before being forcibly dragged to the shower, yes I want to be clean but dang it if it doesn't mean I can't keep talking.

And as for Jodie part 2 well she puts cream in her coffee has no idea who Margo Fontane is, listens to Christian radio in the car eats Kentucky Friend Chicken but stays slim, cant blow dry her hair, doesn't eat fruit and always always laughs at my fluffs.

We have travelled the world together, many times over and never grown tired of the continuous conversation or passengers handing their rubbish to us. And I ask how many of you out there can claim to have seen each others Kiama blow hole and come back for more? How bout none.

So you see if it weren't for the fact that I like to have a front row seat at wedding rehearsals then I would not be saying that Jodie is without doubt the best friend I have ever had.