So my fellow dums are morphing into one person. Their hair is exactly the same color. They drive the same car, choose the same nail polish. So gay. (Sorry Kevin I know you would never.) They share the same plastic surgeon. It's so ridiculous having two friends that are the same person that I gave them a collective name. The name is Barb. Don't get me wrong. Barb is the best friend(s) you could ever hope for. They bring food and bev and hugs to your family in the CCU (wearing identical black and fuscia outfits). They show up with funeral clothes for you to pick from since you only have sequins in your bag from Vegas and buying a funeral outfit is too depressing. They bring Ambien and take you to Chili's for a mid day bottle of something gross. They come to your house for the reception after the reception and light the place up with love and stories and everyone feels a little better. Barb is the business.