We all need friends like this

I've long been jealous of Damomma's "da posse." I want friends (that actually live in the same state, preferably) who I can call up and tell them that we're going insane stuck in the house, and that we're on our way over right now. Friends that would let me come over when we're all puking late at night and need someone to help take care of us. She's shared countless stories of Da Posse, and much more than being a cool enough blogger to attend BlogHer (which, to my knowledge, DaMomma didn't go, but not because she's not cool enough!), I longed for a posse of my very own.
I think I may have member number one. Let me tell you about why she'll make a good posse member.
1 - While she herself is an epidural kinda gal (and is due in December), when she heard that we were having a homebirth, instead of looking confused and concerned, she said, "I wanna come!" We said okay, but that she has to feed the kids and not let them play in the street and watch them for signs of freaked-out-ness (so that she could take them to another room).
2 - Right now she lives like 20 minutes away, but as soon as their name comes up, they'll be moving on post too, and will be like, a mile away. That will just be cool.
3 - Her son is around 5.5 and plays well with both of my kids.
4 - Today, she appeared at my front door, unannounced. First off, the fact that she was comfortable enough to show up unannounced says "posse-potential" like nothing else can. Now, my house was not guest ready. I had actually straightend up the living room, but the kitchen was not pretty. She didn't go to the kitchen though. Oh, no, she marched herself up the stairs after the kids, and into the playroom. Which was worse than the kitchen. And the kids' bedroom, which is even worse than the playroom AND had the wet diapers from last night still in there.
THEN she proceeded to plop herself down on the playroom floor and start cleaning it - thus, sealing the deal.
I think I may just have her move in with us.
She's Kristina, by the way.
And to show our appreciation for her hard work, I didn't think to mention that the plate of cookies stashed in the toaster oven were of two varieties: oatmeal raisin, and oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip. And her son, who could DIE if he eats peanuts, took a bite of one before asking. And I didn't know that the raisin ones were actually PB free, and didn't ask specifically which one he ate anyway. She was suprised that his lips weren't blue yet as they rushed off to the ER. I called Michael (who had made the cookies) and he confirmed that the raisin ones were PB free, so I called and left a message for her at the ER so I could let her know. The kids were fairly certain that he ate a raisin one.
So - all in one day, I decide that Kristina should move in, and then I try to poison her child.