Last night.  Oh, last night.

We call it Book Club.  Sometimes, we actually talk about books. 

Mostly, we talk about kids, men, body hair, wine, food, reality tv, socks, diapers, church, babies on spits, movies, pedicures, immigration, education, economy, boots, jewry, Hershey’s kisses, carpeting, more body hair, penises, money, noise machines, breastfeeding, blogs, crackers, politicians, and bridezillas.

It takes a village to raise a child, and once a month I get to gather with the other women of my village and we all eat until we’re stuffed, drink until we’re tipsy, and laugh until our sides hurt.  Then, when we are pretty sure that the kids have been put to sleep, we venture back home.  Ready to endure another month.

I sure do love those gals.  I miss the gals that couldn’t attend.  We are a pretty kick-ass group.