This morning, I was at the new eye doctor's office, and I was filling out medical forms. When I got to "emergency contact," I paused. I was suddenly Sarah Jessica Parker, in an episode of Sex and the City that may or may not have existed. I could hear her voice narrating the episode and discussing with her friends what it means in your relationship when you become each others' emergency contact.
I'm not sure what Carrie would have said about it in her column, but here, in mine, all I can say is that it's pretty wonderful to ask and get an immediate yes.
Love, Rachel
P.S. I should have spun this off in some sort of emergency contact/emergency allergic reaction to my contact lenses. That's something about this random writing that I do in this blog. I don't always think of the clever spin until I've written something, and as tempting as it can be to go back and revise it on the fly, it makes this place less random.
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