The reason I know Jenny and I are meant to be friends:
She came to visit a couple weekends ago and we had a little extra time before I started dragging her around to city events and we saw Bridesmaids (hilarious, by the way). So we stopped by Walmart, one of the only places to shop in town. We stopped by a rack of delightful decal pants.
I pulled out a pair decorated with tiny seahorses and she pulled out one covered with margaritas.
She looks at me and says “We can buy matching pants and go on a couples’ cruise. I’ll be the drunk one and you’ll be the fun one.”
Then we went home, both were the drunk one and watched Black Swan.