Thursday, August 15, 2013

To My Friend


Morning Readers,

While Sundance is occupied banging a stick against the porch and Butch is flushing the toilet for the third time (note to self: check to see if bathroom is flooded), I'd like to take a quick time out to say something about my friend.

If you don't know what a friend is, it's someone who helps promote your silly little book while her husband is dying of cancer. It's someone who, while she made the most of the time since a December diagnosis, took the time to tell me how she was proud of me.

What? Um, no. I'm proud of you.

On August 12th, Courtney lost her husband, Scott, and both their children lost their dad.

I know I joke a lot about the trials and tribulations of every day life, but the truth is, they'd be so much harder without my partner in crime. Husband may talk a lot in his sleep, but he's here to work hard, love us, and put up with my obsession with hummus, and for that, I'm grateful.  There's a good chance the blog would shut down the day I rolled over and saw an empty spot next to me in the bed and realized it was that way forever.

So, today, I join the rest of the blogging community in asking for your help. Courtney is now saddled with a mountain of medical bills, and I know we've all known how crushing those can be. If there's even a dollar you can throw at the link at the top of the blog, please know that it's appreciated astronomically.

Courtney didn't ask us to do this, but it's the least we can do. Because that's what friends are for.

By the way, you can get to her lovely blog, right over here.

Until Next Time, Readers.