An Ode To My Dear Old Friend, Shelly

I once found a dear friend named Shelly,

who has always had a tiny, flat belly*.

She talked me into riding the SCARIEST roller coaster,

and once she gave to me the rockin’-est NASCAR toaster**.

What a dear friend she will always be, she who loves DMB,

and created the insatiable beader that is me.

Ahhh, she is a hip looking 40-year-old with a very sassy wit,

she is family to me, and she even taught me to knit!

Happy 40^th birthday kiddo, love ya!

*except when she was preggers, man was she huuuuge.

**Ok, it was NOT a toaster, it was a crock pot, but hey, the crock pot can "toast" meat!