You know what real friends do?
They don’t get mad when you snore in the middle of a conversation.
Toots, Titts and Asma’ (we have a nickname for her too but it’s too inappropriate to write it here) were planning on a girls night in tonight.
Toots came first and I was lying down on Opah’s bed. A mixture of jetlag + fat pregnant woman syndrome.
She was on the couch and we were facing each other, just talking and updating each other about our week.
Then she said, “Hold on, I have to reply this text. Gimme 1 minute.”
And I woke up what seemed to be hours later having a Toots laughing at my face.
“You. Fell. Asleep.”
“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY. YOU MUST BE BORING ME.”