I could probably name more than one, but today I will name… MICHELLE. She ate suckling lamb intestines today. I cannot make this stuff up. She did. See?

Last night, I was watching that incredible Game 7 with Dad, and a commercial came on that fits my Michelle to a T.

If you taste something bad, you want someone else to try it. It’s what you do …

Michelle is the friend who initiated me into the world of waxing eyebrows and upper lip. I know. Gross. But hey, she’s a hair guru and it’s what she does. WASN’T what I do until she got ahold of me.

She is the friend who bails me out of my sister’s crazy ideas, because the two of them together are crazy+crazy. They like to go to creepy places where little men practice corporate foot massage in the dark and no one is allowed to utter a sound. I only went along because someone needed to be there to call 9-1-1 and take pictures.

She is the friend who is not afraid of anything, who lives life to its fullest, who fills every waking minute of every day with adventure and doing for others, who puts up with a lot but you’d never know it, who can do ANYTHING and does it well, who is blunt and to the point but in a good way, and who taught me to be real and own my story, no matter the chapters.

Today, I am grateful for Michelle, even if she is halfway around the world in Turkey and eating baby lamb guts.I am grateful for her friendship. I am grateful that she deflects my sister’s crazy so that I can sit back and laugh at the two of them. I am grateful for her gift of hair wonder, her gift of cinnamon roll baking, her gift of cake heaven she inherits from her Mama, her gift of four children who make life very interesting and entertaining, and her gift of admiration for her husband in the middle of the wacky life they live.

And I am so so so so grateful that she is halfway around the world and no where CLOSE to me with that Kokoreç she was eating.

THIS was enough crazy for me for a while: