Maybe I Don't Need To Know Everything

Usually, when it comes to my best friend, I have to know everything. And usually, she tells me.

What's going on with the kids, how often she's having sex (a lot!!), what she did for the day, who called, what's for dinner, what she's wearing, what the girl at the bank said....

You get the idea.

But tonight while instant messaging, for some reason, I was just not prepared to hear these next few words:

Best Friend: brb

Best Friend: michael just threw up

Me: omg...why?

Me: and more importantly, why did you have to tell me??

I think the fake roast beef sandwich I just had at Arby's, with a side of too much information, was just not the best combination for me this evening.