Donna is definitely one of my bestest friends. She gets me, we think alike, and when I get stuck on an issue she’s always there to help me, even if it’s just moral support (although usually it’s in the form of information I need when my brain is just plain overloaded). I love her to death. Thing is, Donna is from Louisiana, and they don’t always do things in those parts in a way that I would call, um… normal.
For example, just today, Donna and I had the following conversation: