Talking

Last week I went out to dinner with my girl friends J and J. Not only that, their husbands watched my boys along with each of their own babies. I can’t decide which is more shocking…the babysitting...or that I actually have friends to dine with?


In some ways we couldn’t be more different. We are from South Carolina, New York and Indiana. We are full-time working mom, part-time working mom, and lazy stay-at-home-mom (that’s me!). It’s the differences that make things entertaining and interesting. J and her husband are Cowboys fans…D is a Colts fan. The other J’s husband is an Ohio State fan….D is a Michigan Fan. We are envisioning lots of fun vacation decorating in our futures. D says, “Why can’t you bring home the right kind of friends?” I say, “What’s the fun in that?” Where is the fun if everyone has the same opinion? D is teasing of course; he likes them as much as I do.

While at dinner, we were re-sharing stories on how we had met our husbands and the horrors of the births of our children. It’s no fun talking about how miraculous the first cry was…boring. I like talking, I will talk about anything. I really am an open book. There is typically only one topic I won’t talk about, but if someone were specific enough to ask then I would. Not on here, though…my mom reads this.