Lauren and I became friends after we discovered our mutual obsession with hand lotion. We both carry tubes of lotion in our purses and would rather hold our pee than have to use a public restroom without lotion to use after washing our hands. Dry hands are a serious matter.
We've driven around town in pajama pants and high heels, danced on a stage at a nightclub, broken a mixer making 500 first lady cookies, and once, against our better judgement, chaperoned six teenagers in Las Vegas.
And we are still friends.
Happy, Happy Birthday, Lauren.