Being a person who finds serenity in the confines of the room that she cooks in, I have few people in my life I can count on to be there when times are tough. Thus, I have befriended an inanimate object.
I work closely with my friend at least once every other day. Because of her, I am "that mom". With her help, I make my hubs treats to take to work, I whip up pizza dough without thinking, and I can make cupcakes on a moment's notice.
The other day, though, I realized that I am not a good friend. Not at all.
If I were a good friend, I would take better care of her.
If I were a better friend, I would let her know how much she means to me.
Oh well, like with any other friend, I guess I'll just replace her once she craps out on me.