We had Tara's Bachelorette Party last night and man, was it a bitchin' awesome time! We started things out at Opal Divine's with drinks and appetizers (although not enough appetizers to sustain the drinks), then headed back to our house to party some more, play "Pin the Hose on the Fireman" (which I called two porn shops and went to Forbidden Fruit to get), eat pizza and share way too much information with each other. Because that's what us chicks do. I shared too much, other people shared too much, it was awesome. And Laurie and Mary staged a girlfight; also awesome. But there was a moment when people started talking about very sad things that made me feel really really really REALLY fortunate to have the life I do and the life I have had. Man, I feel so freakin' well-adjusted. My family always thought we were so dysfunctional until other "perfect" families started cracking at the seems and showing some REAL dysfunction. Then we just realized we were odd, but odd in a good way and about as functional as any group of 4 related people could be. And now, of course, I have the stereotypical been married nearly 9 years, have my first kid, thinking of the second and man I could not feel more fortunate to be so boring. THANK YOU GOD FOR BORING!
And thank you for fantastic friends you can get totally sloshed with and talk to about anything. Love you ladies!
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Boring is sometimes very, very good. =)
The fireman poster is still in our car. Travis used the car yesterday and when he came back he said "what the heck is that?" Apparently the firehoses did not look like penises to him.
Well they weren't all that accurate as far as I know. My sample polling is low, but in my experience, penises look nothing like weird twisty hoses that are on fire.
Um, yeah, penises that burn are definitely something to avoid.
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