What BFF *really* means

Though I had long ago designated her my DC BFF, L really proved her worth tonight when she confided in me with the following item:

"I'm not gonna do my dishes for the entire week so that my manicure will last longer. That's totally reasonable, right? I mean, when red chips, red chips."

I had to take a minute, I was so proud. She's come so far since the day she chided me for tending to my nail smudge and waiting for a commercial before cleaning up the bottle of black polish I'd just spilled on my beige carpet.

Mama's little Paris is growing up.

(note: I'm Britney because she and I both have that t-shirt)