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.