I love

I love my friends.

I'm sure they know it, but we should always say it more. One of them said that last night.

We were debating whether the best way to die was quick, but painful on your loved ones, or slow and painful mentally on you, but with the ability of closure for your loved ones.

My friend said there should be a third option, one he would choose, which is quick, but because you always let people know how much you loved them, it wasn't painful to them.

I think if you are such a great person that you always tell those you love that you love them, and then you get hit by a car, they are going to miss you. Who wouldn't miss that. I still miss the Mary Tyler Moore show, and she wasn't telling ME she loved me. She just such a nice person.

Anyway, my friends.

They are fun! They are open! They are so caring! They are creative! They are fragile!

What's not to love?

KK with his unusual ideas, and the bravery to always act them out, even if it means pain or humiliation. Usually, pee your pants funny humiliation.

R with her giggle, and her hugs, and her determination, and her unending love.

MM with his need for love, and his openness to tell you that, and his determination to hug and kiss you, and his ideas for how we can all get what we want.

TH for his wit, and his drive, and his desire of women, all women, and his desire to be open, and his light in his eyes when he realizes that I am telling stuff that he would be afraid to share, and then him telling me something equal.

BM for his growth, and his maternal instincts, and his sharp, biting wit.

That was just last night.

Also, I love my acting job.

I got the chance to come up with another great way to freak out people before they realize that I'm not part of the actual wait staff.

I walked around with an empty tray and would come right up to people, usually from behind, and ask them, Cheese doodle?

They would not know what I was saying, and would stumble over there words, and I would press on.

Cheese doodle? Cheese doodle?

Finally, they would look at the empty tray, and say, Sure.

Then, I would say, Oh, we don't have any, but if we made some, I just wanted to know if you would eat them.

Remember, they think I am an actual waiter! They would just look at me after that and a few would say, Sure, I would eat them.

It would take everything I have not to burst out laughing at them.

After a bit of this, one guy came up to me and said, Hey, where's the food?

I told him they were stuffing the doodle as we spoke.

You should have seen the look on his face.

That's what I love.