Without her, my Bizpain would kill me.

I’m stressed – she’s always there; I look at her face, her profile, her smile, hear her laugh.

I’m sick to my stomach – I can hug her and feel safe.

I screw up really bad – and her lips pierce a bit when she gives me the stink-eye, but she deals with it.

She finds amazing ways to accumulate purses and shoes.

I fall for every commitment she makes to schedules.

I think about her all the time.

She’s my best friend.

I am so glad she was born.