Wicked Witch of the Year
Social media kind of blurs time lines in the real world.
I know I knew my Wicked Witch of the Year before I actually met her.
I also know I met her at a major CoS function, but I can’t remember which one.
I DO know that the first time we ever had more than a few pleasant words
was in the dining room of Black House Central, at the 50th Anniversary Celebration.
Once face to face, it took less than 2 minutes to see we were kindred spirits.
No, it isn’t her amazing talents, from stand-up to pin-up. No, it isn’t just her whip quick wit. No, it isn’t that we share an ancient stereotype--the sarcastic, big-busted, ever ready with a bawdy joke, and still one of the guys, redhead, and I am playing favorites with a younger version of myself. And, NO, it isn’t because she is married to one of my very favorite people, and most trusted friends, on the whole planet.
It is bec…