Fire

I think my Thursday night girls passed the ultimate loyalty test tonight. God I love them!! But they might not love me so much right now....

It was our first meeting of the year and we were doing dooneys (this is not how you spell it - it's Indian - but I looked it up every way I could and had no luck). This is where we burn a small piece of paper representing things we don't want to take into the new year with us.

The paper we use is this magic paper that when you light it on fire, you can hold it until it burns out to a small piece of corner. So I told my girls, "Don't drop it whatever you do - you think it's going to burn you, but it won't. Really, don't drop it because although it won't burn you it will burn what it falls on."

I go first and the paper burns instantly, leaving a small corner between my thumb and pointer finger. Sandra goes next and burns the shit out of her finger. Chalk it up to a fluke. Penny goes next and burns the double shit out of her thumb and pointer finger. Hmmmm, everyone is looking around. But Trish and Patrice do it too!! Except they don't burn their fingers.

There's alot of talk about the kind of thing you'd do if someone told you to (along the lines of "jumping in the fire") and we laugh while Sandra holds a glass of ice water with her fingers and Penny rubs ginger/honey/soy sauce on hers.

They went through fire for me and came out laughing. That's friendship.