To the two people that this post involves: I'm so very sorry for what happened tonight. Had I known it would have ever come to this, I would have never said, "Let's f*** with her a little bit."

Now, I'll think 500 times before ever deciding to play a practical joke on someone.

See, I love jokes. I admit I can get a bit carried away with jokes sometimes. But I swear to you that I only play them when I feel that the person being punk'd can handle it. When I feel like they will be cool with it after all is said and done.

Tonight, that assumption blew up in my face.

The details more than what I have given you are not important unless the you are the two involved. (And I know you both read my blog, so I pray you are reading this.) The outcome of what happened is more important than anything right now.

I'm not sure of a lot of the details that have been going on in that friendship before the events of tonight. But after what happened tonight, I have to believe that something is going on.

It hurts me to see two people who were good friends let outside influences interrupt their friendship. I have let this happen to friendships of mine in the past, and trust me when I say that I regret letting those outside influences happen.

I've lost good friends by letting what others think get involved. Let me say that the beginning of what happened tonight is my fault. I take the blame for this. If you try to not let me take the blame, I'm just going to be mad, so let me take the blame for playing a bad joke, okay?

But, what isn't my fault is what is going on with the two of you. Obviously, as stated before, I feel like there is something going on. At this point, it's time that you stop the bullshit, sit down, and talk with one another. Only then will you learn if your friendship is at a dead end or worth creating a new beginning. Only then will you learn how much your friendship means, and how much you mean to one another.

Friendships come and go in our lives. Some friends we make for a little while. Others become family. To me, we are all lucky enough to have two families. The family God gave us. They are our blood; where we came from. Our roots. Without them, we wouldn't be here. Then we have the family that we choose. These are our friends. The ones that we can laugh with, dance with, drink with, and just be with. Often times, they understand us in ways that others may not. Or may not be able to. These people are our hearts. They our our souls.

I have friends in my life now that I know I cannot live without. The mere thought of not having these people in my life breaks my heart, so I know that if there is ever something going on between us, I will need to talk with them about it. And while I hope that it never comes to that, I know I am strong enough to say, "hey we need to talk," rather than hide behind the walls of email and text messages.

So, to the girls that this began with tonight: Please, I beg of you talk to one another. I can't tell you how sorry I will always be for being the catalyst of what happened tonight. I'll need to learn to forgive myself and sometimes that is the hardest thing to do.

To others: If you're in a similar situation, please, please, please talk this out. Even if it means that you come to the conclusion that the friendship will no longer be healthy, you have to come to that conclusion together. Sometimes closure is just as important as "fixing it". But if fixing the friendship is possible, doable, and wanted, then do it. Wasting time on being mad is not worth it. Life is too short for it.

And I guess that's all I have to say.

Wanna talk about a "Case of the Mondays"?

Alarm goes off. It's dreary out. I want to stay in bed. I should have stayed in bed. But I didn't. I roll out of bed (yes, sometimes I literally roll out of bed), let the dogs out, get into the shower, get out of the shower, and decide I'm going to lie back down for just 10 minutes.

Ha. Thirty minutes later, I roll out of bed for a second time, this time my ass is in gear because I am pushing it on being late for work. I decide to wear one of my favorites, a 3/4 sleeve white dress shirt. (I love white dress shirts; I look damn good in them.) I head to the bathroom to slap some make-up on because, let's face it, I'm not not going to work with no make-up on, I don't care how late I am. I squeeze the tube of foundation and the tube of foundation decides to fart all over my white dress shirt.

I should have gotten back into bed. But I didn't.

I go to work. It's your typical work day at my company. My favorite part of the day is lunch when I can escape for an hour and laugh with friends. I don't have to think about my job or the limbo that is my dating life right now. (Don't ask.)

After work, I head to the grocery store. All is well. The day is looking better. I'm going to get to be home soon and starting round two of the Shred with my Sisters. I decide to get snarky with a Sister and remind her to Shred on my Blackberry. Then I get an email on my Blackberry, am reading the email, and Grace enters.

Grace is my alter ego also known as Klutz. Grace gets butterfingers, lets my Blackberry slip from her hands. In slow motion I watch my beloved Blackberry flip, flip, flip and fall. It lands on its touchscreen face. When I pick it up, the lovely screen is black.

I try rebooting. Three times. Nothing. It's dead.

I run home, throw the cold stuff in the fridge, run back out to my friendly neighborhood Verizon store. I wait forever. Finally, when it's my turn, I show the rep my phone after explaining I tried rebooting 3 times. What does she do? Tries rebooting. Seriously? Did she not hear me?

Then she takes it in the back and whatever magic those people perform in the back doesn't work. They need to ask for new wands. But I knew it wouldn't work. I'm enough of a gadget girl to know the thing is beyond help. She comes back clicks away on the keyboard and tells me she's going to have to order me a new phone and it'll be here Wednesday. And I should have someone at home to sign for it. She smiles. I frown. I ask if another store in my city has one. Nope. I ask if I could have a loaner. Nope. I ask her if she realizes that this is my only means of communication with most of the people I know. She's sorry. Is she freaking kidding?

I have lost all of my phone numbers, all of my texts messages, all of my videos, and all of my pictures. SUCK.

I leave in mad tears. Get home way past my work out time. Still in tears over my poor, poor Blackberry and the hectic day that was Monday. I'm hungry, and I'm just plain pissed off. I seriously think I need a vacation. Some place where the clock always says five. (Who's in?)

Then I Shred anyway. Because I said I would.

I still want to go on vacation where it's five o'clock all the time. And I want my Blackberry back.