10. Trish helps me expand my horizons. When I decided I wanted to spice up my blog layout, Trish encouraged me, created my new masthead, and then calmly stayed on the phone with me while I totally freaked out. She kept telling me that when I got everything fixed, I would be so much happier with my blog. I kept telling her that I should have left well enough alone. She was right.
9. Trish saved Deb from having to make a domestic violence call to the police after Napoleon went after her. Trish is resourceful.
8. Trish cleaned Laura’s barf off of Tom’s pants without gagging.
7. Trish didn’t point and laugh when I stripped off my jeans during broad daylight in the parking lot at Islands Restaurant and drove home in my panties.
6. Trish is a woman of grace. When a very small person who lurks on our blogs said unkind things about Henry after I posted this photo essay on my blog, Trish wrote this response. If the very small person had made such a publicly unkind statement about my kid, I would have wanted to put a cap in her ass.
5. Trish is teaching me to embrace change and adventure (see, e.g., number 10 above). When I travel, I make airline, hotel, rental car, and restaurant reservations well in advance, and only after conducting online research and making personal inquiries of friends for recommendations for the best places. I typically even know which floor of the hotel I will be on (the nonsmoking floor farthest from the smoking floors, if I’m not in a smoke-free property, which is my preference). This is how Trish rolls.
4. Trish raised the woman who wrote this incredible message.
3. Trish is raising the boy who came up with this. She demonstrates her love for her son in every possible way. Henry is a gentle boy and a good friend to my daughter.
2. Trish makes me look at the world, at life, at my every day surroundings, in a new light. For example, when Laura brought home from school a paper towel still slightly damp from colored marker stains, I started to put it in the trash. Laura shrieked, “Don’t throw that away!” I bit my tongue, held my true thoughts inside, placed it on another paper towel so it wouldn’t stain anything, and planned to dispose of it when Laura wasn’t looking. The next day it was still sitting on the kitchen counter when Trish stopped by. She picked it up and said, “Wow! Who created this fabulous piece of art? Are you going to frame it?”
1. Trish *hearts* me too. When we go out to restaurants or travel with Henry and Laura, it isn’t a giant leap of reasoning for an observer to think that Trish and I are the parental units in a two-mom family. In restaurants Henry and Laura always want to sit next to each other in the booth, so Trish and I sit together too. We must look like a cozy pair, mostly because we are a cozy pair. So, when the four of us went to Las Vegas last year and dined at Nobu, the server asked us if were a couple, to which Trish replied, “We aren’t, but if I were gay, I would be with her.” I was flattered, and it wasn’t just the martinis. So, Trish, just so you know for sure what I know for sure, if I were gay, I’d totally wanna hit that.
So, Dear Readers, do you have someone in your life like Trish?