Oh, Girl

So lately I have reconnected with my own Gossip Girl S. to my B. We are now reunited. And now that we have gotten past all the nostalgia of "Do you remember that time when we. . .?" I have realized a few things. When we talk, we sound like two bar girls after about three Tom Collins.
Seriously.
One conversation today went down like this:
S. "You know, I think that if my husband actually met my ex-boyfriend E., that they would be best friends."
B. "Your right. They would love each other so much that they would be moving to Massachusetts to get married."
S. "I know, right?"
B. "You know what, maybe you can marry both of them and start your own little polygamist sect,"
S. "Yes!" she said. "Now you thinking!"
B. "And then you'd have two men to bitch at?"
S. "I know!"

Or perhaps this text later in the day sums it up best:
S. "Oh girl. I just drove past a consignment shop that has a sexy Santa lingerie outfit hanging in the window. Who would buy that?"
B. "Mariah Carey. She would totally buy that."
S. "She is imitating me. I married a much younger dumbass named Nick first."
B. "Your right! You totally win. Fuck her and her Grammy winning ass."