You know, that game… that they play… with that ball… and… stuff. Right, that one! Let’s talk about that. You go first, as I seem to have lost my brain somewhere today….
Is it still lunch if it doesn’t conclude until dinnertime? A hypothetical, of course. I’m just curious.
Ran off to pick up the kids, and found half the neighborhood waiting at the house where Chickadee was having her playdate. Coincidence? They didn’t even try to play it off as such. The women all screamed “WE WANT THE SCOOP!” the second I walked through the door.
That wasn’t embarrassing. Much.
Had I been able to do much more than smile and giggle I’m sure I would’ve been offended.
But now I need to make dinner and tend to the kids and, um, marvel that today wasn’t a total catastrophe.
smiling? giggling? Sounds like you had fun.
Sorry about the neighborhood biddy ambush. However, I would have totally been in the front of the pack squealing and pushing the other biddies out of the way so I could marvel at your fresh from lunch face.
Isn’t he dreamy!
Oops, sorry, forgot where I was for a minute.
The first time I ever had sex, I came home and my mom said “Did you have fun tonite?”
All I could do was smile…
So like… that’s the only bits we get? AFTER WAITING ALL DAY?!?!?!?!
I’ve already said too much. For now I’ll SHADDUP!
You’d better offer up more details than that, if you want to know what’s in the Land’s End box.
I’m just sayin’ is all.
Hope you had a good time! :)
Ah blogging…now you will bw ambushed offline, and online! Glad you had fun :o)