Friends

A Girl Can Dream

I’ve written about Bunco, already. I was skeptical at first about a bunch of suburban women sitting around throwing dice and drinking wine, visions of 1950s Bridge Clubs, cucumber sandwiches and petit-fours in my head, but I love my Bunco group. We had Bunco last night. It is usually on a Thursday, but this month, we had it on Friday.… Read more →

SisterSpeak

Because I was picking cotton today, I was reminded that my sister and I have our own language. As our friend Harris famously once said, “You guys are freakishly close.” How well do you know me and Leelee? Do you know the meaning of these words and phrases? Waggy Butt whermp salmon cotton catface strap on the feedbag We should… Read more →

Clark Griswold, Robert Gibbs, Bartimaeus, and Jesus

No, this is not the beginning of a joke. It is the only title i could come up with for this post that covered it all. It started out that I was posting about Todd’s high school friends’ husband’s light display, and veered off into a discussion of my Mother-in-law’s failed dreams for Todd’s future, Todd’s 20th high school reunion,… Read more →

Iron Bowl, 2009

And other assorted Auburn Thanksgiving happenings. Todd’s dad gave us his tickets to the Auburn/Alabama game, and they watched the children for us to boot. I had tailgated before, but had not actually been in the stadium for a game. The hate was palpable. Beforehand was stellar people-watching, as usual. We met up with the Reids for tailgating in a… Read more →