Bully for Me

My mother thinks I'm a bully.
I think I'm decisive and always right.


Recently, I've been helping my ride or die, best friend and critique partner 🧍‍♀️(all one person) move out of her house. 🏚️Unfortunately she needed to move after the freeze in Texas caused her 🚰water pipes to burst and house to 🌊flood.



She will tell you she has collections. I would like to use a different word, but I've been forbidden to mention it (rhymes with boarder😱).

During the many trips over to pack📦📦, she complains that I'm making her throw out all her stuff 🚮(she may have a point).

I relayed this to my mother, and she said my friend can join her in the “people who Sara bully club”. 👭

🙄 So much for maternal support.

But after thinking about it, 🤔I have to admit it's true.



I'm one of those people who doesn't have a massive amount of friends. I have a lot of acquaintances 👋👋👋and a few friends ❤️.

If you are my friend, I will go to the mat for you. I will protect you 💪, agonize over the perfect gift to get you 🎁and, of course, drink away 🍷🍷🍷your sorrows with you whether it's at a bar or in the driveway while our kids play hopscotch.

💁‍♀️ I'm classy and awesome like that.



But it also means I want the best for you. 🏆And seeing as I am always right, I know what is best. 🤓

So I will tell you, and then I will make you get it.



Like those awesome 🪟curtains that match perfectly with the couches and wall paint I previously made my mother buy for her 🦩Florida house.



So, seeing as I only bully the people I love ❤️, they should feel super special.🤩



✨It's an exclusive club to be in, after all. ✨