The One Who Would Be Sitting Beside Me In Jail, Saying "Whew! That Was Fun!"

 It's Linda's Birthday!  I got her this card.  It is SO us!    I made the scrapbook page below back when I used to do this sort of thing.  (Didn't we all?)   The pictures will give you an idea of the longevity of our relationship.

The top middle picture is of Linda and me circa the late 70's.  We were wearing these sort of wrap around toga things that we made.  The dark pictures to the left are our junior high daughters wearing them.  The top right pictures are of our granddaughters, taken in the mid 90's.

 The pictures in the middle are (l. to r.) Linda and I, our daughters (Middle), and the last two are of us again.
The bottom row : The granddaughters, Us with our daughters, And the dancing grandies!

 Here are some closer shots of the page. Click on them to embiggen them if you wish.

 Our daughters are now in their forties and are both single, successful ladies.  When their kids were little they liked to say (in the midst of the little kid hub-bub) "No wonder our mothers always drank wine!"

 The grandies are about to exit their teens.  Wish I had a recent picture of them together.

Linda and I now live in different parts of the country.  When we talk we always wonder how it worked that we were never sitting in jail!  I can think of a couple of times we should have been!  We met in a sorority and became immediate friends.  We are two of a kind and people who knew us well claimed that we were dangerous together.  They were right.

Later, she married my husband's brother and lived next door to us.  We had bells that we would ring out our patio doors and Loudly declare that it was "Wine Thirty!"  Ah, those were the days, My friend!

We "collected" phrases that indicated someone was not all there, like --
"He's a sandwich short of a picnic."   and 
"Her dip stick doesn't reach her oil." and
"His elevator doesn't reach the top floor."

Once we dressed alike at a karaoke party and sang, "Sometimes it's Hard To Be a Wine-O" (our corrupted version of Tammy Wynette's "Hard to Be a Woman" song.)

Oh, and one more thing.  I was Lynn Guinn and She was Linda Guinn.  I told her the only difference in the two of us was "Duh." I still call her Duh.
Happy birthday, Duh! Want to meet in Dallas again?