Old Lady Friends

I met them 8 years ago. One was my new boss, E, the principal of the private school I worked at right out of college. Two were moms who would each eventually work for the school. One, K,  the self-professed OCD art teacher who had the most hilarious things happen to her. The other her partner in crime, N, a firery red-headed mother of six who could do just about anything. They became my friends, with a few other ladies sprinkeled in for good measure. They were older than me, not but a lot but just enough, so I dubbed them my “Old Lady Friends”.

We’ve laughed, cried, argued, pulled pranks on each other, and talked about the struggles of life together. They are sisters, friends, and wise women I look up to. This is an email exchange I had with E yesterday:

E: K and I have made some plans for us–hope you two can come!!  On Thursday, June 25, we are meeting at my house at 3:00 or 3:30 to go for manicure/pedicure in Snyder Plaza–”pick a color”!!!! then to dinner and end up barhopping and dancing up and down Greenville Ave. until the wee hours!!!  Can you come?

Me: I’m pretty sure I’m in, just have to double check one thing. Yay it’s been too long since I’ve been clubbing.

E: You know those three guys from SNL?  Well, get ready!!

How can you not love women like this?