We spent a few, fun-filled hours together. When I say fun-filled I mean it. What we did? Nothing out of the ordinary or too excited. We sat around, watched the kids play with their building blocks, and talked about a bunch of stuff. Vacations we've been on, good places to eat, places to shop, and ice cream. A lot of talk about ice cream!
Why is this so scary? The scary part is this sentence, "we spent a few, fun-filled hours together." Yes, I found this fun. I had a perfectly good time. I enjoyed myself. I wasn't bored. The time actually passed by quickly. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed this rather grown-up like day. Scary, because I, at 27 years old, rarely think of myself as an adult. The only two factors that contribute to my adulthood are that I am married and that I did/used to hold a job. Beyond that, nothing! Nothing at all! Until, today, and this adultly outing.
While it scared me quite badly, I realized that the people I hung out with today, were the same people that I was drinking too much with the past few nights. Drinking enough that I could not write my blog for a few days. Notice that? Yea, I was too drunk for that.
These wives were the same people who told me it is okay that my boobs are small, you only need a mouthful. The same wives that sang a song to me about how the slightly manly girls on their softball team liked strikes better than balls! And the same wives that threw a bottle of ketchup to me and when I caught it, responded by saying, "nice snatch!"
These things make me feel so much better. Better, because that is my kind of people. Whether I am drinking one too many beers (which is two by the way), or sitting watching the kids play Wii. Friday and Saturday night make Sunday more than acceptable.
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