somebody has to be the pickle in this friendship…

So it may as well be me.

I was talking with my other CP, Louisa, yesterday. (I would love to link you to her blog, but–achem–she doesn’t have one. YET. I’m considering setting one up for her…) Anyway, Louisa and I were chatting about personality types and I made a comment that people either really like me or really don’t because I have such a strong personality.

She didn’t agree with that. She thinks I’m a very well liked person…of course, she doesn’t blog so what does she know…

Anyway, our conversation led us down the path of how we fit into friendships…I decided I’m the best kinda friend to have, because if we all were in a plane crash, I don’t panic easily and there’s plenty of meat on my bones to feed a small country. Plus, my liver is probably pretty close to a pickle after my recent hot tub and wine incident (to be shared at some later date)…so I’m the perfect condiment in a friendship.

She chose to be ketchup. She really likes ketchup. If she had a blog, she’d probably tell you about it.

Condiments are important in food and relationships. They add a different flavor, a different spice and they complement the exisisting dish.

What condiment do you want to be?

11 thoughts on “somebody has to be the pickle in this friendship…

  1. You’re mean. I don’t wanna blog. I won’t be sucked in by peer pressure! [sticks fingers in ears and hums Tom’s Diner]

    Maybe I’ll be hot, spicy salsa and burn your mouth. Except, I’m so not salsa. I’m not even ketchup, probably. Maybe peanut butter…

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  2. Hot and Sweet Peppers. Hot because when I get passionate about something I’m hot (ok, so it’s the Italian in me too! LOL) The sweet peppers just happen come with the hot in the jar. ROTFL

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