Where would I be without the constant … sometimes level-headed, sometimes leap-before-you-look … advice of my friends? (Am I supposed to be saying besties or BFFs here? Wait, no. I’m a grown-up.)
I am blessed with more friends than I know what to do with. So many that I am usually left feeling like a jerk when I forget somebody’s birthday or fail to meet their beautiful twin boys, now approaching a year old, who live right here in town with me. (Yeah, one of the hazards of my friendship these days is that you’re likely to find yourself referenced in this blog at some point.)
And, if you are one of the many wonderful people out there who I have called friend over the course of my life, you know something about me that has never changed. I am an advice seeker. Always. On every subject. I think some of my pals find it charming and some highly annoying. Seriously, these poor souls know what I’m talking about. I can’t buy a pair of shoes without texting the different selections to a friend or two first. Eating out? Always an adventure with my friends apologizing to the server for my inability to decide on a menu item. I think I recently polled numerous people about choosing a new salad dressing. It’s what I do. Like it or not. I want second opinions. And thirds. And so on.
For this reason, I’ve elected to assemble my own ODNT Expert Panel (more comical names encouraged for submission … Team Boob? I don’t know. I’m tired today), consisting of girlfriends of mine who have actually had boob jobs. These girls are all a really important part of my life and will now serve as my consultants for all the big questions that arise over the course of this project. They will become my panel of authorities who will help guide me and anyone else reading here. So, without further ado, please allow me to introduce you to Anne, Cindy, Elizabeth, Hannah, Kelly, Mary, Megan, Melissa, Paige, Red and Vineen. No, not all of my girlfriends elected to use their real names. Some yes, some no. Remember, I’m the only attention-hogging grandstander here. (FYI, I will be posting the appeal I made to this incredible group of women and their responses in the near future.)
Oh, yeah. And remember that we are certainly not limited to the above eleven. If you want to join the panel … either using a pseudonym or your real name … contact me and let me know. Blog commenting, private messaging, voice mail, email, text, snail mail, carrier pigeon, morse code, skywriting, singing telegrams, strip-o-grams, mental telepathy, message in a bottle, two cans and string, throwing a rock through my window … all of these methods would be fine. Though I think the last one would tick off my husband. So “don’t” do it!
Thanks to my girlfriends who have already signed on. And here’s welcoming any more who want to jump in. I promise lots of laughs along the way. Even if they’re all at my expense!