Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Always there, wearing fur of a bear...

This post is dedicated to my BFF Hedgewitch, who, when she isn't polishing the horns on her Viking helmet, is about the best friend a girl could have.


Even when I bore her to death with my 19th nervous breakdown, she doesn't run me through or tape my mouth shut. Teh coolnezz...she haz it!


^^Keef!

9 comments:

Cloudia said...

What a nice tribute to your gal pal!





Aloha from Honolulu :)

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Brian Miller said...

what more is there to say of hedge, like trying to describe the rose, too many words have already been said, and sometimes it is best just to sit and sigh as you watch it...so yeah, she rocks...

hedgewitch said...

I LOVE that song! Both songs. May we always have silver combs in our hair, babe, every day. ;-) The fur of the bear, just a tad warm right now.You are the bomb, my dear, and the best bud an old crone could have.Thank you from the tis of my horned helmet to the tattered sheepskin wrapped round my toes.

hedgewitch said...

God that is some bad hair on my boys in that first pic of the clip. You see why we had to take charge of the Sixties.

Sioux said...

I guess I read Hedgewitch wrong. I figured her more of the "rainbows and butterflies" type of woman. Oh well...another day, another bit of learning I done got.

Mama Zen said...

The Hedge has the awesome!

HermanTurnip said...

You had me at "raid the monastery in 793". I'd love to hear God Lives Underwater remix this bad boy...

...now if you'll excuse me, I need to go drink my mead.

Shadow said...

how sweet a friend you are!

Lynn said...

That's a true friend right there.