Friends

Morning Dish
Shredded chicken and egg breakfast taco

Evening Dish
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Are we friends because we understand each other or was it because we understood each other that we became friends? All the same, I'm blessed to be surrounded by friends that understand me on so many levels. One of those levels is wit. I'd like to think if a video camera followed me and my group of friends around, the interactions captured would provide for some phenomenal sitcom material. Be it spoken (think HIMYM) or silent (think The Office), our actions, for the most part, are humorous, sharp, unpredictable. And when they are not, comments such as, "cricket...cricket" and "Is this thing [microphone] on?" are plentiful, Jim Halpert glances go flying, and order is once again restored. Exchanges like the one I recently had with a friend, as exemplified below, happen more frequently than you may think. Feel free to interject with your very own "cricket...cricket" as you see fit.

Note: Elements of the following chat transcript have been redacted to protect the anonymity of the other party.