Do These Coconuts Make Me Look Fat?

I’ve decided that if I had to be stranded on a deserted island, I would probably take my husband. (Unless Hugh Jackman was available. Have we looked at his photo lately? No?)

Taking my husband might seem like the obvious choice, but I have seriously given this some thought (See? This is what happens when the baby wakes you up at 2:33 am and you can’t get back to sleep. Life on a deserted island 101). In all honesty, it would be way more fun to take a girlfriend with me. Taking a man guarantees endless hours of one-sided conversation, kind of like this:

“Honey? Do you think these coconut shells make me look fat? I mean, I ate way too many papayas yesterday and I’m four coconuts up on the scale. Sometimes I just feel like this whole island is out to get my butt, you know?”

“Uh huh.”

However, if I had a girlfriend with me, a statement like that would lead to an entire morning of stimulating diet-centered conversation, probably followed by a power walk on the beach and a low-cal smoothie. Sometimes I think Eve must have been really lonely.

The main reason I would take Jason is so I could hopefully, eventually get myself a daughter (and because the thought of building huts and digging holes sounds totally exhausting. Okay, and he’s hot and fun to shop with).

Where would we be without the women in our lives? Mothers, sisters, daughters, neighbors, girlfriends, it’s the women I love that make up the majority of  my support system.

So I declare this National Phone A Friend Day. It’s almost one o’clock and I’ve been celebrating this day since 8:12 am (I’ve already logged over an hour, thanks to Verizon).

And the next time your husband bugs you about talking on the phone so much, just tell him it’s National Phone A Friend Day and you’re just doing your duty as an American.